The letter slipped from my fingers and fluttered to the floor.
I dropped to my knees again, tears blurring my vision, and picked it up with trembling hands. Carefully, I placed the folded page back inside Mahira’s diary, slid the diary into its place on the glass shelf, and closed the lid. I wiped the dust from the glass again and again, as if cleaning it could undo what I’d read.




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