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Chapter 11 - MY LETTERS TO ANNA

I had written too.

Not fourteen.

Eight.

The first months.

Then fewer.

I gave them to Marlene because she claimed not to know where Anna was but promised:

“If she contacts me, I’ll send them.”

I kept copies on an old computer.

Helen printed them.

Anna,

Lily asks every morning if you’re coming home.

I’m angry.

I won’t lie.

But if you need help, call me.

Another:

I found your green sweater under the bed. Lily sleeps with it.

Another:

I don’t care what happened between us. Please tell Lily you’re alive.

Marlene had seen these.

She knew I was looking.

She told Anna I had moved on.

Told me Anna wanted silence.

May you like

Two people kept reaching.

One person stood between them holding both sets of letters.

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