time.
But I am tired now, Thomas.
If you ever decide that you want your brother back, I hope you know that I have never stopped being yours.
I read it twice.
Then I folded it carefully and placed it back in the envelope.
I had never met Daniel.
I would never hear his voice or shake his hand.
But I left Margaret’s house feeling that I had somehow met him anyway.
Not as a name in an old letter.
Not as the missing piece of a family story.
As
