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Chapter 78: What Roisin Received

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POV: Roisin Callahan

The envelope was in my letterbox on a Tuesday morning, which was a thing that no longer seemed possible because I had not given this address to anyone connected to the case, had specifically not given it to anyone connected to the case because Sol had told me in the first week to be careful about what was publicly associated with my name until the civil proceedings were settled.

The envelope had no return address.

Inside was a single printed page.

No letterhead. No signatur
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