She placed it on the table between us and said:

“She sent me this.

About six months after I came to your door.

I’ve kept it ever since.

I never knew whether to contact you or just let it go.”

I looked down at the envelope.

The handwriting on the front was Carol’s.

My name was on it.

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What’s inside that envelope — and why did Carol keep it hidden for nearly forty years?

The full truth is in the link below.

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Chapter 3: What Carol Wrote

My fingers wouldn’t move at first.

The envelope sat on the table between Anna and me, and I just stared at it.

Carol’s handwriting.

My name.

The ink had faded to a pale brown, the way old ink does when it has been kept somewhere dark for decades.