My First Love Died on My 17th Birthday — Thirty Years Later, a Young Woman Who Looked Exactly Like Her Appeared at My Door

a drawer.

Inside was another envelope.

“She left this with me twenty years ago.”

I opened it in the car.

Ashley remained silent beside me.

The letter was three pages long.

Lily described every plan she’d ever made to come back.

After her father died.

After she married a kind man named Paul.

After Ashley was born.

After Ashley graduated.

After one more year.

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