“I’m sitting here at our spot again,” the letter began. Maggie realized with a shock that this diner had once been a different place for Harold. It wasn’t just a restaurant; it was a sanctuary.
The letters described daily life in vivid detail. Harold wrote about the weather, the flavor of the soup, and how much he missed the sound of a specific laugh.
He spoke to Lily as if she were sitting right across from him. He had been keeping a seven-year conversation going with someone who was no longer there.
But then, Maggie reached the bottom of the stack and found a letter that wasn’t like the others. This one wasn’t addressed to Lily.
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