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table, were three place settings.

Neither Leila nor I commented on it.

Then Mom entered carrying a small wooden box.

Immediately, something inside me tightened.

She placed it carefully between us.

Resting on top was an old envelope.

The handwriting stopped my heart.

I knew it instantly.

Nora’s.

Across the front were four words:

OPEN ON OUR 21ST BIRTHDAY.

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