Chapter 16.5

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When I went into the kitchen the next morning there was a note on the kitchen table. It was held down by and empty cup, and written in Sophie's looping, awkward handwriting.


Ben,

I know you wont leave. But I have to. Ill be ok. Ive got a place to stay. Pleese dont try to find me. I love you.

Sophie


I sat at the table all morning, reading the letter over and over.

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