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fear in her eyes.
“In my garden, under the old apple tree, there is something… something I buried a while ago. You must find it.”
Her voice trembled, and her hands shook.
“It’s the whole truth about Caleb, Layla. You must find it. I can’t keep this secret any longer.”
Finally, having uncovered everything, I was more confused than ever.
On Facebook, I went to the post about Eleanor’s funeral service and added a comment underneath:
“Has anyone ever heard the name Marissa connected to Eleanor?
I found a bunch of letters addressed to her. I’d like to reach out.”
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