I Babysat My Neighbor’s Daughter Every Weekend Until She Moved Away – 20 Years Later, Someone Left a Sealed Package on My Doorstep

my neck.

“See you next weekend,” she whispered.

My heart broke.

“See you soon,” I said.

I watched the car disappear down the street.

For the first few months, Sophie called every Sunday.

She told me about school, her new bedroom, and a boy who pulled her hair. I sent pictures of the flowers she had helped plant.

Then the calls became less frequent.

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