I brought the shoe box with me to his office, even though I had no real intention of showing it to him. My reading the letters was bad enough; I wasn’t going to put them in the hands of someone else. Still, I knew that if they weren’t burning a hole in the bottom of my backpack, I might punk out and not bring them up. But I had to talk about them. I’d pretty much given up on getting any answers from Hannah and my parents, and I needed Father Bob to tell me where to go from here.When I got to Father Bob’s office that afternoon, he knew instinctively that there was something on my mind.“What’s bugging you, Caro?” he asked.“What do you mean?”“You look tense,” he said, leaning back a bit in his chair and fixing me with a penetrating gaze, as though if he looked hard enough, he could see right through me. “Are you all right?”I shrugged. “Sure. Yeah, I’m fine. I just … I have something to confess.”“We’ve talked about this, Caro,” Father Bob said. “This isn’t a proper confession.
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