The First Encounter - Nineteen
The rest of the day slipped by without me even realizing it. I was too caught up in the contents of Lydia’s things—most of it just sentimental clutter. Old trinkets. Faded letters. A few travel keepsakes that told the story of a life I never got to know.
The only thing that really mattered now was the journal still in my hand, resting open on my lap. My …
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