[It comes. It finally comes. Tears finally stream down his face, and once he's done reading, he pulls his collar up to try to hide and muffle what crying he can't keep quiet.
That's... That's Hilda alright. Only Hilda could write something like that. She's. She's really gone, and she's not--
How- how did she know? Why didn't she say anything? Why? Why'd this have to happen? Why does everything so right have to go so, so wr-
And no matter what, Silver, it isn't your fault.
If I die and the baby lives, then I'm dying happier than I've ever been in my life, and you should be happy too.]
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That's... That's Hilda alright. Only Hilda could write something like that. She's. She's really gone, and she's not--
How- how did she know? Why didn't she say anything? Why? Why'd this have to happen? Why does everything so right have to go so, so wr-
And no matter what, Silver, it isn't your fault.
If I die and the baby lives, then I'm dying happier than I've ever been in my life, and you should be happy too.]