For 20 years, my mom prepared meals for a homeless man who lived behind our house – the day after she passed away, he held my hands and said something that completely changed my life.

tell me why.”

She looked toward the door.

“If Mark comes around after I’m gone, don’t let him touch the blue box.”

I blinked. “Uncle Mark?”

“Promise me.”

“What does Mark have to do with Victor?”

Her grip tightened.

“Erase who?”

“Just promise me, Fiona.”

I wanted to demand answers, but she looked so afraid, and I was still her daughter.

“I promise,” I said.

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