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She refolded it. Placed it back. Then she walked out, turned the key, and heard the lock click—polite, apologetic, final.

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But this time, before she left, she unfolded the note. It was in her father’s handwriting, the letters slanting left like a man always leaning toward the exit. It said only: I’m sorry I wasn’t the person you needed me to be. But I was the person I knew how to be. She refolded it