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was addressed to both of us.

I opened mine first.

Inside was a friendship bracelet, a childhood photograph, and a handwritten letter.

As I unfolded the paper, it felt as though Nora had stepped back into the room.

“Dear Gia,

If you’re reading this, you’re twenty-one now. That sounds very old, but Mom says twenty-one is still young, so don’t act like you continue reading …