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said.
“I won’t.”
When the house finally went quiet, I returned to the room. Mom stood in the doorway looking smaller than I remembered.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“I thought silence was mercy.”
“It wasn’t.”
Then I opened Dad’s envelope.
“Astrid,
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