The curtains were ripped down. It was as if no one had ever lived there at all!
I knocked until my hands stung!
One day, a man finally opened, sighing in frustration.
“The lady moved out.
Don’t know where,” he said, and slammed the door in my face.
I was devastated! It felt like abandonment.
No note, goodbye, or trace.
Just silence.
I never forgot her. I couldn’t.
Even when I grew up and moved away, even after I had a daughter of my own and rented a little house.
I still sometimes smell cocoa powder and feel my throat close.
I’d spent the next few years telling myself the same thing over and over: “Even the kind ones leave.”
So when that lawyer called, I thought it had to be a scam.
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