tell you to keep this secret?”
Sophie shook her head.
“No. I was cold in the hallway, so she gave it to me. My teacher was standing right there.”
That eased some of my panic.
Sophie handed me the sweater.
“Did I do something bad?”
“No, honey. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I turned the collar over.
And there they were.
Two initials stitched into the fabric with faded red thread.
L.M.
My hands began to tremble.
In an instant, forty years disappeared.
In 1986, my twin sister, Laura,
