I was still angry.
Daniel’s beautiful letters didn’t make his decision fair.
Carol’s loyalty to her son didn’t erase the fact that she had hidden the truth from me.
But she had also spent the last year helping me raise the children Daniel never got to hold.
“I wish you’d told me,” I said.
“I know.”
“I might wish that for a long time.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
I looked at the envelopes.
“But I’m glad Mia and Owen have these.”
“So am I.”
A few days later, Carol told
