“My dear Sasha!”
Sasha swallowed hard when she saw the words; her heart skipped a beat, her fingers trembled. Her eyes fixed on the three words, fourteen letters, dear Sasha. Did he... did he... call her dear Sasha?
There were no other letters or words on the page. She managed to turn the page with her trembling fingers and that was where she saw the full page written in the handwriting of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. She took a deep breath and began to read.
“Dear Grandma!
Since your death, life no longer makes sense. Mom is doing her best, but it's not the same. I miss you so much and I can't stop wishing you would come back, even though Mom said you're in a better place now.
My birthday is next week and Mom is planning a birthday party for me. You know how much I hate my birt
