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He didn’t remember his father having a file named after himself. He clicked .

The button below the message read:

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You can keep the pain. Or you can run the final scan. The last email Arthur ever expected to open

"Lenny… I know you’re angry. I know I said I’d pick up Arthur from school. But I can’t. I’m not coming home tonight. Or ever, probably. I just—I can’t be a mother. Tell him I’m sorry. Tell him…" The message cut off.