The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

a few candles near the altar.

A woman was kneeling in the third pew from the front.

Dark coat.

Short brown hair.

Thin shoulders.

For one stupid second I thought, that’s not her.

Then she stood.

And it was Sarah.

Older. Narrower in the face. But Sarah.

Maya gasped. Emma grabbed the back of a pew so hard her knuckles went white. Chloe started crying before Sarah continue reading …