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What was it about Paul’s workplace lately? Yet another letter marked Strictly Personal had arrived. Yet another letter that gave no clue as to the sender. The last such letter had rocked him. He wasn’t going to read this one until he got home, just in case.
He put the letter in his briefcase and locked it away, but it may as well have been in plain view. He’d forget it while he saw a patient, but the second they were gone, his gaze drifted towards the locked cupboard. As each new person entered his office, he had to drag his attention back to the job. It would serve him right if the letter turned out to be something mundane. This was worse than childhood Christmases, when his mother would place wrapped gifts under the tree a week before the twenty-fifth. Cruel.
It had been a stressfu
