PART 2 — The Glitch After the Goodbye
The letter was supposed to be the ending.
It wasn’t.
It was the match.
I didn’t touch the money for three days.
It sat on my kitchen table in that thick envelope like it had weight beyond paper—like it could bruise you if you handled it wrong. I kept Martha’s note on top, the …
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