said you deserved those months to be happy about the babies without spending every day afraid of losing him.”
My hands shook.
“He had no right to decide that.”
“You’re right.”
“And neither did you.”
“You’re right.”
That answer stopped me.
Carol wasn’t asking to be forgiven.
She was simply admitting what she had done.
I looked back at the box.
However angry I was, I needed to know what Daniel had left behind.
I opened it.
Inside were two smaller boxes and an envelope with my name.
The first
