a pen, writing to three girls who were already asleep.
At the time, I told myself they’d read it someday or they wouldn’t, and either way I’d said what needed saying.
Then June started reading.
I closed my eyes.
“To my girls. You’re one year old today. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, and I don’t know if I’ll still be doing this right by then, but continue reading …
