The next letter was dated four months later.
‘The girl has finally signed the surrender papers. She remains convinced Walter has begun a new life and does not want to be contacted.’
I stopped breathing.
But Anna wasn’t the only person my mother had deceived.
Another letter came next.
‘A local couple has come forward for the private placement. Carol seems especially eager. I understand Walter has been told only that the birth mother requested a closed adoption. Discretion will be maintained as you requested.’
I sank against the attic wall.
Rebecca.
My daughter Rebecca.
Anna’s eyes.
That was why Anna’s eyes had seemed so familiar.
Rebecca had Anna’s eyes.
For all those years, I’d looked into them without ever knowing whose they were.
Then I found another envelope.
The handwriting on it was more familiar to me than my own.
Carol’s.
It was addressed to my mother.
