‘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.”
She froze.
“You found her?”
“Her name is Rebecca.”
“Rebecca?”
“My Rebecca. The daughter Carol and I adopted.”
Anna covered her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
“She has a good life.”
“Family?”
“Two boys.”
Tears filled Anna’s eyes.
