Evelyn’s handwriting.
I opened it.
The first sentence made my hands shake.
My dearest Claire, if you are reading this, then I failed to tell you the truth while I was alive.
I looked at Mr. Hale.
Then continued reading.
Grandma explained that my parents had never originally intended to raise me.
Because Robert and Linda were not my biological parents.
My biological mother was Evelyn’s youngest daughter, Rebecca.
A name I knew only as Dad’s “cousin” who had died young.
She wasn’t his cousin.
She was his sister.
Rebecca
