I turned the box over.
And the moment I recognized Frank’s handwriting, my eyes filled with tears.
PART 2
I peeled the envelope from the bottom of the box and opened it with shaking hands.
“My Patricia,” it began, in Frank’s careful script.
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I turned the box over.
And the moment I recognized Frank’s handwriting, my eyes filled with tears.
PART 2
I peeled the envelope from the bottom of the box and opened it with shaking hands.
“My Patricia,” it began, in Frank’s careful script.
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