Slowly picking up my letter knife, I started to cut, but the blade caught and ripped the far corner. The sight of the torn paper made me wince and I went even more carefully, until I could ease out two very thin pages. I tried to read his letter, but my eyes kept jumping forward before I could finish each sentence.

. . . I survived the war . . .
. . . live in Riga . . .
. . . such a joy to hear you are alive . . .
. . . one true love . . .
. . . found out your address from Stefans Feldmanis . . .
. . . I want to come to Australia to see you and the boys.

Everything…