The letter arrived on a Tuesday, or at least that was what Henry told himself — that ordinary day, ordinary light through the ordinary window of his Bloomsbury flat, as if the universe could be so cruel as to deliver devastation wrapped in the mundane. He knew it was hers before he even turned the envelope. The handwriting was unmistakable: a slanting, almost apologetic script that seemed to...
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