“Hannah…”
“I believed her,” Hannah said. “God help me, I believed her. Because why would somebody who sent me eleven years of birthday cards lie to me? And I started thinking, maybe Laura’s been
jealous this whole time. Maybe Laura kept her away from me.” She shook her head. “And all year I couldn’t look at you. I kept thinking, how could she do that to me? How could she keep my mother away?”Track Pregnancy
“When did you know?” I asked quietly. “For sure?”
“The night you gave me the handkerchief, I was almost sure. I went home and dumped all the cards out on my bed and looked at every single violet. Then I compared them to the
handkerchief. They were identical. Every one. Even the little curl.” She smiled through her tears. “Owen woke up at two in the morning and found me sitting on the floor surrounded by birthday cards, crying.”
