a collection of letters, neatly tied together with a faded blue ribbon. The letters were addressed to Tomas, written in a delicate, feminine handwriting that was unfamiliar to me. My heart pounded in my chest as I hesitated to read them, unsure if I should invade this private part of Tomas’s life. But curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully untied the ribbon, unfolding the first letter.
The words painted a picture of a deep and enduring love story. These letters were from a woman named Maria, expressing her unwavering affection for Tomas. They spoke of dreams they shared, plans to build a life together, and the challenges they faced. With each letter, I felt a pang of jealousy and sadness, wondering why Tomas had never mentioned Maria.
