When I finished reading, I walked over to the couch and collapsed. Oh, my God! It couldn’t be true! Yet, this confession was dated and written on Titanic stationery. I sighed heavily, laid my head back, and closed my eyes.
“Coffee?” Tessa asked.
“Oh, yeah. I wish I had some whiskey. I could handle a swig about now.”
“What do we do about this?”
“I’m not sure,” I sighed again. “This is just weird. I would think it was a hoax of some kind, but the bottle is genuine, and the letter is written on authentic Titani...
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