The email arrived a little after midnight while Daniel sat alone in the pale blue light of his kitchen, half watching a movie he would never finish.
Light rain moved softly through the neighborhood outside. Water shimmered beneath the streetlights, and the wet pavement reflected long ribbons of gold across the empty street. Lucy lay asleep on a rug near the back door, occasionally thumping her tail in her dreams. Oscar sat motionless on the windowsill beside the front door, his yellow eyes fixed on the rain beyond the glass.
The subject line said only:
Hello from the Past.
Daniel almost deleted it without opening it.
Probably spam. But he clicked on it anyway. Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was the phrasing. Or maybe middle-aged men are simply too curious about the past.
He opened the message.
I came across a recent picture of you online and wasn’t surprised to see you haven’t changed much.
The movie was still playing, but Daniel no longer cared. He clicked it off.
He read the message three times before he was sure there was no name attached.
No signature. No clue. Nothing except a final sentence that settled inside him heavily.
I will always love the man who loved me best.
For a long time he sat motionless at the kitchen table. His gaze absently shifted to the dark window, where rain traced crooked lines down the glass.

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