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not to answer.

I need to stop writing because every envelope makes me feel like a child waiting beside a window.

If you ever want to find me, you can.

I will not send another letter.

She had sent one more.

The final envelope was dated eighteen months earlier.

Inside was a school photograph of a boy with Ellis’s eyebrows, my mother’s smile, and a serious continue reading …