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Letters We Mailed to the Wrong House

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Wren decided to walk it over to number 41 herself. The right house had a blue door and a sleepy cat in the window. She knocked, holding the letter out like an apology. The door opened, and a young man blinked at her, confused. 'I'm looking for Cordelia,' Wren said.

'I'm Cordelia's son,' the man said quietly. 'She passed away last year.' Wren's stomach dropped. She didn't know what to say. He took the letter gently. 'Theo doesn't know. He's been writing her this whole time.' He looked up at Wren. 'Would you help me tell him? I can't do it alone.'

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Wren and the man, whose name was Daniel, drove north together to find Theo's bookshop. They practiced gentle words the whole way. When they arrived, Theo looked up from the counter, hopeful, then saw their faces. He understood before they spoke. Wren stayed while Daniel and Theo shared their grief, and sharing it made the day a little easier.

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