At some point, I walked away and went upstairs.
I wandered into Sarah’s room.
“Why would you do this?” I whispered. “We were never close. I’m not even your real child.”
I didn’t expect an answer, but I got one anyway.
I noticed a paper sticking out from behind the closet. I pulled it out.
My name was written on it in Sarah’s handwriting.
I didn’t expect an answer, but I got one anyway.
I sat on the edge of her bed and unfolded the paper.
My dear, I know you have many questions. Let me tell you everything. I tried to protect you for as long as I could, but now you need to know the truth.
My hands shook, but I kept reading.
