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Mark. I found your letter — the one from 1991. I never got it back then.
I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I’ve thought about you every Christmas since.
I called your parents. I didn’t know they had lied to you. I didn’t know you thought I walked away.”
I stopped the recording before my voice cracked, then started another.
“I never meant to disappear.
I was waiting for you too. I would’ve waited forever if I’d known you were still out there. I just thought… you’d moved on.”
I sent both messages, then sat in silence.
The kind of silence that presses against your chest like a hand.
She didn’t reply, not that night.
I barely slept.
There was a message.
“We need to meet.”
That was all she said. But that was all I needed.
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