The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

over her mouth.

I felt sick.

David said, “She told me if I loved any of you, I’d let the dead woman stay dead. I hated her for it. For years. Then I got a birthday card every year for the girls with no return address and cash tucked inside. I never sent them. I was scared if there was a pattern, someone would trace it. I kept them.”

My forehead hit the continue reading …