Christian held the envelope in his grip, turning it over once before finally tearing it open. The paper inside had yellowed with age, clearly a few years old, but the handwriting was neat and delicate, every letter carefully formed.He didn't read it closely, but even from a quick skim, he could sense how young, earnest, and completely unguarded Talia had been when she wrote those words.She must have loved him so desperately back then.There wasn't just one envelope. There were five or six, and he picked up each one, glanced at it, then clenched them all together in his fist.Staring down at those aging pages, something in him hardened, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to tear them to shreds.His hand moved to do it, but just before his fingers closed down, something held him back.He placed the envelopes back into the box, exactly as they'd been. He had barely closed the lid when the sharp click of heels echoed from the hallway.Christian glanced toward the door. N
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