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The paper crinkled slightly as I, Charles, folded it carefully. From Eleanor. The one who had broken his heart, humiliated him, and then vanished. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his tie, a perfect knot. The letter was a gift.

He surveyed his reflection, a composed and successful man. The letter was a reminder of how far he had come. He’d never wished her ill, but the fact that she was reaching out was…gratifying. He walked toward his waiting car, the sun warm on his face.