The folder contained twelve files.
I stared at the screen, afraid to open any of them.
The first was a photograph.
It showed my wife standing beside a lake.
My wife.
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The folder contained twelve files.
I stared at the screen, afraid to open any of them.
The first was a photograph.
It showed my wife standing beside a lake.
My wife.
Continue reading on next page…