Inside their Central Park West study, the afternoon light filtered through the curtains, illuminating a carved wooden chest filled with hundreds of handwritten letters sent from across the globe. Maya sat by the hearth with Ethan, reading excerpts aloud. One letter came from a retired assembly worker in Rochester who had recovered his lost medical pension; another from a former junior accountant who had completed her law degree on a…
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