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Four Hundred Sixty

I fold up the letter and bury my face in my hands. Anthony sits across my desk and looks sad.

"She left me a letter in case she got sick or hurt or didnt"...

"I believe she will be okay".

"What if she's not? What if she doesn't make it"?

"You can't put that energy out there.

Congratulations, ma...