She opened the envelope. Inside was a photograph from twenty years ago. It showed her father standing next to a man whose face had been meticulously burned out of the image. On the back, written in elegant, looping script, were the words: The truth isn’t found in what you remember, Maya. It’s found in what they made you forget.
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