Twenty years ago, I saved a boy during a storm — Yesterday, he returned with an envelope that gave me chills.

And sometimes, when the wind hits my house, I swear I hear her crying again.

Just yesterday, a snowstorm arrived.

A strong wind.

I walked to the door and looked outside.

I was folding napkins when I heard a knock.

That’s not my neighbor Bob.

Not my friend Nina.

This is someone I hadn’t seen for decades.

I opened it.

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