The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

All three girls leaned in at the same time.

I didn’t.

I was staring at the handwriting on the folded paper because the first line was already visible.

My girls,

Not “To Maya, Emma, and Chloe.”

Not formal. Not distant.

My girls.

Maya picked up the photograph before I could stop her.

“Oh my God,” she said.

I forced myself to look.

It was Sarah.

Older.

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