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the letter once, and then again.
Ellie watched him. “Is it sorry?” she asked.
He looked at our daughter. “No,” he said. “It isn’t.”
Ellie nodded slowly, taking that in. “Then I don’t need it,” she said, and she went back to her coloring.
Brian threw the letter away. Not dramatically. Not with a speech or a flourish. He simply dropped it into the trash,continue reading …
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