The tall man nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “Yes, we all knew Henry. He was part of our community, a quiet light in our lives. He spoke of you often, of your kindness and how much it meant to him. He called you his ‘angel in the morning.’”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I clutched the envelope tightly, feeling the weight of it, both physical and emotional. I slowly opened the envelope, my hands trembling. Inside was a letter written in a neat, careful script that I immediately recognized as Henry’s.
