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I stared at the key. Eleanor’s voice came back to me from years ago, when I had asked about the locked box on the top shelf of her closet: that’s where I keep the things that matter most.
“What’s in it?” I asked.
“Letters,” Maggie said. “To you. One for every year since you started teaching.”
Three days later I sat with Kesler in his office, quieter continue reading …
