I Bought My Childhood Home at Auction

Astrid, finally cleaning up what Drew couldn’t.”

I stood, walked into the hidden room, and returned carrying the letters.

Tom’s smile faded instantly. “What’s that?”

“The part of the story you forgot to mention.”

“Astrid,” he said carefully, “old letters don’t explain everything.”

“No,” I replied. “But twenty-seven of them explain enough.”

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