The Empty Chair at the Table: A Heartfelt Birthday Ritual
That evening, as I set the table, I noticed something odd—an envelope slipped under the front door, half-hidden in the shadows. No name, no return address, just a faint scribble in familiar handwriting. My heart skipped, but I hesitated. Could it be a message from her? Or something else entirely, someone testing the boundaries of …
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