I hesitated, the weight of the envelope heavy in my hands. It was as if all the unspoken words, unanswered questions, and unresolved feelings over the past fifteen years were condensed into this one fragile letter. My heart raced, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling within me.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. Her familiar handwriting danced across the page, neat and deliberate.
“Dear Emma,” it began.
