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My stomach flipped. What truth?
My mind was already racing, and the first line of the letter did nothing to ease it.
“I know my time is running out. And if Matthew has remarried, I’m praying you found this letter before he hid the rest of what happened to me.”
Time running out? Matthew’s late wife must’ve written this letter, but she’d died in a car accident… he’d never told me anything more than that.
Before I could read any further, a loud crash echoed from the hallway.
It was a glass-shattering sound. Mia squealed — a scared, high-pitched noise.
I could hear Matthew distantly, already reassuring her.
“It’s alright, sweetie. Don’t worry. Something must’ve just fallen.” Then he called out, his voice slightly strained, “Lila?
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