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The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary and contained a single sentence:I’ll wait forever if I have to.It was signed by Dante a man I didn’t know.Out of simple curiosity I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply?You.I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn’t. I said we’d never met but he said I was wrong.We went back and forth exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then one day the letters stopped. When I found out why it was already too late.Dante was at my doorstep.