addressed in Granddad’s handwriting.

To Nathaniel and Ethan—when truth costs less than silence.

My mother released a sound that resembled a br0ken breath.

“May I?” I asked.

Ms. Reyes nodded. “We’ve processed it. You may read the copy.”

She handed me several sheets of paper.

Granddad’s handwriting stretched across the pages, steady despite the tremor age continue reading …

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