A Goth Girl Visited My 73-Year-Old Mom Every Saturday—After Her Funeral, She Handed Me a Key and Revealed My Mom’s Final Secret

of you spent 11 years writing to each other without actually speaking.”

Her mouth tightened.

“Apparently.”

I started arranging the cards by year.

Elaine watched my hands.

She set the card down.

“Do you remember my call five years ago? On your mother’s birthday?”

My stomach tightened.

“You asked how she was.”

“I asked whether she ever talked about me.”

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