Her voice caught. She swallowed and tried to go on. "It was the wallet--that's how I knew it was Michael," she said. "I bought it for him our last Christmas together." She started to cry again, softly and with a sense of deflation, oxygen leaking out slowly as she sank into herself, salty tears falling.
-Attica Locke
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