She didn’t introduce herself.
“You’re Rachel’s friend,” she said. “The one who adopted her four children.”
I nodded.
My skin prickled.
“I knew Rachel,” she continued. “And I need to tell you the truth. I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
“What truth?” I asked.
She handed me an envelope.
“She wasn’t who she claimed to be,” the woman said. “You need to read this letter from her.”
I held the envelope like it was heavier than paper should be.
Then I saw the handwriting.
Rachel’s.
My lungs forgot how to work.
I unfolded the letter.
And everything I thought I knew started cracking.
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