The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

so hard I almost dropped it when Caleb handed it to me.

“Sir,” he said softly, “you want me to leave?”

I swallowed.

“No,” I whispered. “Stay.”

Because in that moment, I didn’t want to be alone with her ghost.

I opened the envelope like it might explode.

Inside was a letter.

Short. Simple.

Eleanor never wasted words.

Harold,

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