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room. I signed papers. I stood in rain while they lowered my wife into the ground. Do you understand me? I didn’t make this up.”

Nobody spoke.

The dishwasher hummed.

Somewhere upstairs one of the girls’ phones started playing a tinny song and then stopped.

Maya looked down at the letter again. “Then somebody lied.”

The Grave

I didn’t sleep.

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