I stared at the envelope and thought, How generous of all of you to decide when I was allowed to know my own life.
“He made them promise to accept that I was their mother.”
We drove home with the envelope, Ryan’s letter that I still couldn’t bring myself to read, and a framed photo of Jack and Caleb taken on their 15th birthday. I put the photo on the passenger seat because I couldn’t bring myself to tuck it into a bag.
Lily kept looking at it at red lights. Halfway home, she asked the question I knew was coming.
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