She didn’t burn all the letters. I found pieces of one, along with a sepia photograph behind the fireplace—the son Grandpa never knew he had. I rush back to the bedroom to show him before his final breath, but Grandma stops me. She needs no reminding of his first wife, who died in Germany before the end of the Great War.
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