PART 3 I sat on the edge of the mattress while he remained standing beside the tiny kitchenette, watching the front door as though expecting someone to knock. The first page contained one sentence written in neat handwriting. If anything happens to me, Mom deserves the truth. My throat tightened. The next pages were dated. March 4 Grandpa Richard asked if I could let Aunt Chloe stay for one weekend because the boys wanted to visit the beach. I said yes. Mom always says helping family matters. I smiled sadly despite everything……CONTINUES IN BELOW...
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