Dear God,
I do know Jack. Apparently my mother and his mother were friends. Before my mom died she told Jack to help me if I was in any sort of trouble.
Jack brought me a letter explaining everything and it all makes sense. We sat and talked until the surgeon came into the room to wheel me to surgery.
He kissed me goodbye. I think I'm in love.
Love,
Abby
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