” Ellie said.
“No,” I said too sharply, then softened. “Please. Let me go first and make sure this is real before you have to face it. If it is, I promise you’ll meet her.”
They just stared at me, three versions of the same wound.
“I’m going to find out.”
I looked back down at the envelope, at that address I had never expected to see, and understood the continue reading …