My hands were shaking so hard that Mark had to hold them still.
“For eleven years,” Hannah said, “these cards came. Every birthday. Every Christmas. They knew everything about me. They knew when I made the honor roll. They knew about my science fair project. They knew when I got my driver’s license. And every time one came, I thought, she’s
watching me. Even from far away. She knows me. She never forgot me.”
She turned the pink card around so everyone could see the inside.
“And every single one of them,” she said, “had a little flower drawn in the corner.”Study Anatomy
She pointed to it. Even from the head table, I could see it.
A violet.
Three petals up. Two petals down. A little curl at the bottom of the stem.
Then Hannah reached down and picked up her bouquet, which was sitting on the table in front of her plate. She untied the blue handkerchief from the stems. She held it up next to the card.
