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Clyota and the Pressmen finally open that mysterious lockbox—and find a bunch of documents that are not, at first glance, worth a man’s life—or his death. But there’s also an Eyes Only sealed packet containing a message addressed to Clyota:
I stared at my name on the envelope. A letter from Mom—I shivered, knowing I needed to open it, but still afraid of its contents: a confession, a reason, the ravings of a madwoman?
I weighed it in my hands, then pulled the flap up and slid out the contents. What had Mom wanted to say to me?
My disbelieving eyes saw a bright, cheery bouquet of flowers, tied with a bright pink ribbon and sporting glittery, textured calligraphy.
Mom had wanted to say “Happy Birthday to a Wonderful Daughter.”
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