My hands trembled.
The envelope felt heavier than it should have.
Open When We Reunite.
My handwriting.
My name.
My words.
And yet...
I had absolutely no memory of writing it.
"Open it," Vanessa whispered.
I looked at Lucas.
He nodded.
Slowly, I broke the seal.
The paper inside was old and fragile.
The ink had faded.
But the words were still there.
Every single one.
Written by a child.
Written by me.
I began to read aloud.
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"If you're reading this, then we found each other again."
"Lucas says people forget things when they're scared."
"Ethan says we should hide this le