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Nathan stared at her as the impossible arithmetic rearranged his life.
Rachel had died six years ago.
June was nine.
Three years.
Rachel had been a mother for three years before she died.
Nathan remembered the unopened letters.
Three of them.
The first arrived shortly before Christmas.
The second in March.
The last on his birthday.
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