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Oh, God. Mia knew… Whatever Matthew was hiding from me, Mia knew what it was.
I didn’t really know how to tackle this situation, but I had to do something, so I put my arms around Mia and held her close.
She jumped down from her chair and took my hand.
She led me toward the basement stairs. I followed her.
Mia pointed toward a large, unlabeled plastic storage tub.
I lifted the lid. Inside were pieces of plastic tubing, boxes of prescription vials with dates from two years ago, and a portable oxygen concentrator.
Mia’s mother hadn’t died in a car accident. She’d been sick.
But that wasn’t the last of the surprises Mia had in store for me.
Mia tugged on my dress. When I turned, she held out the letter I’d found in the drawer!
“This is Mommy’s.” She sniffed.
My eyes widened.
Mia took it? My fear of a sinister Matthew had been misplaced. This five-year-old child, in an act of misguided love, had been the one hiding the truth.
I took the letter from the envelope and started reading.
If you’re reading this, then Matthew couldn’t bear to tell you the truth.
I’ve been sick for over a year.
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