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“After I’m gone, deliver these.”

I stared at the names in disbelief.

I promised myself I wouldn’t open them.

Mrs. Keller, Don down the street, Lydia around the corner, Jared, and Marnie. Grandma had complained about them, but I didn’t think she’d have words for them after her death.

“What did you do?” I whispered to the empty room.

I promised myself I wouldn’t open them. It felt like reading her diary, and she deserved privacy even in death. Still, she’d asked, and I couldn’t get myself to ignore her request.