On Mother’s Day, a little girl appears at my door holding my son’s backpack—revealing a truth I was never meant to find.

came out when she saw us. Her face changed when she spotted the backpack.

“Sarah,” she said softly.

“Where did you get that?”

“Randy gave it to me,” Sarah said, reaching for my hand.

I let her take it.

Ms. Bell looked at me.

“Haley, maybe we should speak privately.”

“No,” I said.

“We should speak honestly.”

I placed Randy’s apology letter in front of her.

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