Then, another letter arrived. This time, it was not Chaim nor his wife, Tamar, who found it first
Chaim bent down, picked up the black envelope, and read the letter.
I write to you once more, kind soul, so that you know my gratitude is genuine. I would not be able to live with myself if I knew Shoshanah was in anyone’s hands other than your own. I know you are a good man, Chaim. Only you are capable of cherishing this child the way she truly deserves.
It is not easy, this task I have thrown upon you. I know this well. But I beg of you: do not cast Shoshanah upon anyone else. The responsibility to raise her as your own cannot be transferred to another. I have entrusted you alone with her safety.
Do not let me down. Do not betray my trust.
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