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Please believe — there is nothing I want more than to hug you. I hope the court allows changes soon.
I’ll never stop trying. I hear you love to dance. I hope you feel beautiful in this dress.
I read it twice, then kissed the envelope, sealed it shut, and placed it carefully on top of the shoes.
I closed the box slowly, like that might give me more time. But the truth was, time had already run out.
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I sat very still on the edge of my bed, staring at the box, my hands in my lap. My mind ran in circles.
Would she open it? Would she even know it was from me?
Or would Joel tell her it was from someone else — from him?
Would she feel happy or confused or worse… nothing at all?
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The next day, I met Joel at a small café on the edge of town.
It was the kind of place where people don’t ask questions. We sat outside. I had the box on my lap.
When he arrived, I stood and placed it gently on the table.
“Please give this to her,” I said.
