Mr. Alvarez held the worn shoebox out to me with both hands.
“I think these belong to you,” he said quietly.
I frowned.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
The cardboard felt surprisingly heavy.
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Mr. Alvarez held the worn shoebox out to me with both hands.
“I think these belong to you,” he said quietly.
I frowned.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
The cardboard felt surprisingly heavy.
Continue reading on next page…