“No,” she said sharply. “It’s from him.”
I stared at her. “Who?”
“You know who,” she said. “Your father.”
I hesitated. “Can I open it?”
“No.” Her voice was firm.
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“No,” she said sharply. “It’s from him.”
I stared at her. “Who?”
“You know who,” she said. “Your father.”
I hesitated. “Can I open it?”
“No.” Her voice was firm.