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out a second envelope—smaller, cream paper, yellowed at the edge. I’d found it in Grandpa’s desk the week after he died.
It was addressed to Norah.
I had never opened it. I had considered burning it.
Instead, I handed it to the bailiff.
“Your Honor, this is a letter Grandpa left for my sister. I didn’t read it. She should.”
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