It was exactly the kind of thing he would write. A week later, a small envelope arrived in the mail. No return address.
Inside was the ring from the safe – polished and gleaming – along with a note. He wanted you to have this back. I wasn’t ready to understand.
But I’m trying now. Mara
I sat on the porch, holding it tight in my palm, and smiled. Some things you don’t fight for.
You just wait. And let the truth do the work. Eli knew that better than anyone.
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