Inside the backpack was a thick envelope.
On the front, written in Randy’s uneven handwriting, were four words:
“For Mom Only.”
My hands trembled so badly I could barely open it.
The little girl stood silently on the porch, clutching the sleeves of her oversized jacket while I pulled out several folded papers, a small notebook, and a flash drive taped carefully to the inside pocket.
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