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That evening, she dug carefully around the tree’s roots. Sure enough, a corroded tin box. Inside: not cash, but a stack of handwritten letters between Clara and a farmhand named Ezra. They had planned to run away together, but Papa had hidden the letters. Clara never knew Ezra waited for her at the train station three nights running.

Lexi glanced up at the old oak. Wishing tree. Every kid in town knew the legend—tie a ribbon on its lowest branch, and your wish would come true. lexi luna landscaper

When she handed him the letters, his trembling fingers traced the faded ink. “She didn’t forget me,” he whispered. “She just never knew.” That evening, she dug carefully around the tree’s roots