It's been four years since Jamie passed away. I sat in Reverend Sullivan's house on the couch. Or to be mais specific, my father in law's house. He and I talked for a bit about how I was accepted to medical school. Then all of a sudden he said to me.
"I have something for you." He left the room and came back with an envelope for me. It was addressed to me in Jamie's hand. "She wanted you to have this a few years after she passed." He explained. I handled the envelope carefully, it was a bit brown with age, but still neat and crisp. "I'll go make some limonada and give you some time to look at...
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