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Amara sat in the corner booth of an old café near the marina, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long since gone lukewarm. The letter Daniel spoke of buzzed in her thoughts like a storm cloud.
What could she have possibly written to him ten years ago that he still held on to?
The bell above the door jingled. Daniel stepped in