Nora didn’t speak through dinner. Piper’s eyes were swollen. Wren wouldn’t even look at me.
“What happened?” I asked. Piper started crying. “We should’ve given you this two years ago,” she said.
“Mom sent it right after we turned eighteen.” Wren whispered, “We hid it because we were scared.
If you knew the truth, maybe you wouldn’t want us the same way anymore.”
I didn’t understand what she meant. Then Nora handed me an old envelope, our mother’s shaky handwriting across the front.
I opened it with trembling hands, and the very first line hi:t me like nothing had in twenty years.
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