Chapter 41: Jeannie
“I need to show these to Clarice,” I whisper to Gabe once we’re seated next to each other on her couch. I hold out my lockbox, which I made sure to tuck into my shoulder bag as I was grabbing my shoes earlier. After my conversation with Gabe’s parents, I’m eager to see what Clarice might say about them. He opens the box, humming when he makes it past the photos of my mom and sees the letters. “Yeah, I can see why,” he says, stroking a finger across the page he’s examining. “From your mom, I assume? She looks a lot like you.” “Yeah, though I realized after talking to your parents that I don’t know what they are or how my grandparents got them from her. I always assumed they were letters written in a foreign language that she sent to them from whatever country she’d run off to, but now
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