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

back and touched her face.

She laughed through her tears.

“You still do that.”

“Do what?”

“Check my face like you’re making sure I’m real.”

“You are real?”

“I think so.”

Inside, I asked the question I was afraid to hear answered.

“Melissa is dead?”

Sophie lowered her eyes.

“She died seven months after we left.”

“You were nine.”

“Yes.”

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