“I don’t think so,” I replied. But his old military jacket caught my eye. “Though he may have known your father.”
The man slowly walked toward us, and suddenly the room felt smaller.
“Edith?” he asked gently.
I nodded. “Yes. Did you know Walter?”
“My name is Paul,” he said. “We served together many years ago.”
I studied his face. “Walter never mentioned you.”
Paul gave a faint smile. “He probably wouldn’t have.”
Then he held out a small box. The edges were worn, as if it had been carried for many years.
“He made me promise something,” Paul said quietly. “If I outlived him, this was meant for you.”
My hands trembled as I accepted it.
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