For ten years, I raised my grandson believing his father had walked away. Then a woman from my daughter’s past forced me to question everything I’d believed about those final months. What I uncovered didn’t just change how I remembered my daughter – it changed the future I’d built for her son.
“I made your daughter a promise. Now it’s time you knew the truth.”
The woman standing beside Teagan’s grave held out a sealed envelope.
My name was written across the front.
In my daughter’s handwriting.
I forgot how to breathe.
“I made your daughter a promise.”
Teagan had been dead for ten years.
“Where did you get that?”
“She gave it to me.”
“When?”
“The day her baby was born.”
My fingers tightened around the flowers in my hand.
“Where did you get that?”
“You’ve had a letter from my daughter for ten years?”
The woman lowered her eyes.
“Yes.”
