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She looked back at the box. I looked at it with her.
Outside, the bird in the Japanese garden kept going. The curtains moved slightly where a window was cracked. The room felt very still.
"I'm not going to tell you what to do," I said. "About the letters."
"I know."
"But I'll sit here while you think about it."
Sabrina didn't respond immediately. Then she reached into the box and took out one of the letters, a folded piece of cream paper with a name written on the outside in careful handwriting.
She held it without opening it.
"He knew me better than anyone," she said, so quietly I almost missed it. "Better than I knew myself, maybe."
I didn't say anything.
"I'm scared," Sabrina said, "that reading his words again will make him real again. And then I'll have to lose him again."
The room was very quiet.
"Or," I said, "it'll make him real again. And you'll get to have him for a few minutes."
