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The letter arrived every year around this time, and every year Jessica dutifully read it. As always, it began with news: “Steven has remarried! They’re expecting their first child” and ended with a plea: “I still hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me someday.”
Her hands clenched reflexively, crumpling the paper. Bitter memories of being deliberately hurt and manipulated still haunted her, and forgiveness had been slow to come. Was this the year she would finally reply with a letter of her own?
Jessica shook her head and tossed the letter in the fireplace.
Maybe next year.