‘Ruth, I can’t keep doing this. Walter still believes Anna left because she stopped loving him. I heard what you said to her that day, and I should have told him then. I didn’t. Part of me was afraid that if he knew the truth, he’d go after her.’
I had to stop reading.
Then I continued.
‘Now there’s a baby involved. You keep telling me Anna has signed the papers and wants the child placed somewhere else, but that doesn’t make what we did right. If Walter ever learns the truth, he’ll never forgive either of us.’
Below Carol’s letter were four words written in my mother’s handwriting.
‘Then make sure he doesn’t.’
I couldn’t tell Anna over the phone.
—
It was after eleven when I stood at her door again, clutching the letters.
Anna opened it.
“She’s alive,” I said. “I found our daughter.”
