Patricia stared at the envelope.Her hands trembled.The words written across the front seemed unreal.My Daughter.For several seconds, she couldn't breathe.Couldn't think.Couldn't move.The bustling hospital cafeteria faded into the background.The voices.The footsteps.The clatter of cups.Everything disappeared.Only the envelope remained.And the possibility that her dead mother had written to her twenty-six years ago.Joel Aliet watched quietly.He had seen this reaction before.The moment a person's reality begins to crumble.The moment truth arrives.Alison gently touched Patricia's shoulder."Open it."Patricia swallowed hard.Slowly, she broke the seal.The paper inside had yellowed with age.Carefully folded.Preserved.Protected.As though someone had spent decades ensuring it survived.Her heart pounded as she unfolded it.Then she began reading.My Dearest Daughter,If you are reading this, then I have failed to protect you.Patricia's vision blurred.Her fingers tigh
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