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the house was quiet.
There was no sound of coffee brewing, no clatter of dishes, no familiar hum of the dishwasher. Only silence.
When Thomas came downstairs, he found a single sealed envelope on the kitchen table.
Inside was a short letter.
Thomas,
I saw the emails. Every single one.
You were right about one thing — I didn’t see it coming. But now you continue reading …
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