The Letter She Never Expected

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My breath hitched. My heart, already fragile with grief, hammered against my ribs. Who was this for? My father had passed years ago, long before her. This felt… different. Too intimate for a casual note. My fingers trembled as I carefully slid open the sealed flap.

The paper inside was thin, fragile, tinged yellow with age. The words, written in the same beautiful script, blurred before my eyes for a moment. I took a deep, shuddering breath and began to read.

“My dearest, I know this is a conversation we’ve avoided for too long. My heart aches with the fear of upsetting our fragile peace. But I can’t carry this secret alone anymore. Not when it involves her.”

My blood ran cold. Her? My mind immediately jumped to the worst possible scenario. An affair. But with whom? And why was it hidden in my mother’s things? My partner’s face flashed into my mind. No. IMPOSSIBLE. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. My trust in him was absolute. Yet, the seed of doubt, cold and sharp, had already been planted.

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