“She is working back-to-back shifts and could not get away. She sends her love and promised she will make it up to you.”
“Well… okay. Have a seat. Your dad is going to be back shortly, and the quiche is almost ready.”
“Actually, may I use the restroom first?”
“Of course, sweetie. You know where it is.”
I walked down the hallway slowly, acting as if my heart was not breaking. I passed the bathroom door. I kept going.
A long time ago, Amber had declared the hallway closet strictly off-limits. She claimed she stored her private things inside, yet I guessed that would be exactly where I might find Mom’s letters.
I gently pulled the closet door open.
It was packed with Amber’s belongings — mostly older designer jackets and expensive purses.
Right on the floor, three stacked shoeboxes caught my eye.
My heart pounded as I dropped to my knees.
I lifted the lid of the first box.
It was jammed with envelopes addressed to Lucy and me.
I picked up one envelope. It was still sealed and bore a postmark from twelve years ago.
A second one. Still sealed.
A third one, though this one was open. It was a birthday card.
Have a wonderful birthday, my gorgeous kids! I pray to meet you both again shortly.
With affection, Mom.
