I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

box were six things.

A stack of letters tied with faded blue ribbon.

A black-and-white photo of Walter in uniform, grinning beside a woman I knew had to be Ruth.

A silver pocket watch.

A child’s drawing of a dog that looked more like a potato with legs.

A tiny crocheted baby bootie, yellowed with age.

And an envelope addressed to me.

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