Silence.
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Margaret stood there, frozen.
This couldn’t be real.
And yet…
The voice had been hers.
Every word. Every tone.
She didn’t want to believe it. But something deep inside her stirred—a faint, uneasy recognition.
Slowly, she made her way to the bedroom.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she knelt beside the bed. The floor creaked under her weight.
“Under the floorboard…” she murmured.
She reached down, running her fingers along the wood.
And then she felt it.
A slight gap.
With trembling hands, she pried the board loose.
Beneath it was a small, metal box.
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Margaret stared at it, her breath shallow.
She didn’t remember putting it there.
She didn’t remember anything about this.
Slowly, she opened the box.
Inside were letters.
Dozens of them.
All addressed to her.
From Daniel.
Her son.
Her hands trembled as she picked one up.
The envelope was unopened.
So were all the others.
No…” she whispered.
She tore one open, her eyes scanning the words.
“Mom, I’ve been trying to reach you. I don’t know why you stopped answering my calls…”
Her heart sank.
She grabbed another.
“Mom, please. I’m worried about you. Just call me back…”
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