swollen.
Sophie wouldn’t look me in the eye.
I put down the fork.
“Okay. What happened?”
No one answered.
Grace’s face crumbled.
Emma reached under her chair and pulled out an old envelope.
Sophie whispered, “We should have given you this two years ago.”
My heart raced.
“What’s that?”.
Grace started to cry.
“Mom sent it when we turned 18.”
The word “mom” sounded strange coming from her.
“Mother?”.
Emma.
“He sent us a package. This was inside.”
I stared at the envelope.
“Why would they send them a letter addressed to me?”
Sophie finally looked up.
She was terrified.
“She said she had written it years ago but never had the courage to send it.”
“So why give it to you?”
Grace wiped her cheek.
“I wanted us to know what really happened.”
Emma looked down.
“But he made us promise that we would never give you the letter.”
