The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

Every impossible stroke of blue ink.

Sarah.

My knees suddenly felt weak.

No.

That couldn’t be possible.

I looked at the front again.

Three names.

Maya.

Emma.

Chloe.

Written exactly the way Sarah always wrote them.

My fingers began trembling before I even touched the envelope.

“Maya…”

My voice barely came out.

“Where did this come from?”

She swallowed hard.

“It arrived continue reading …