her.
There was nothing about where the baby had gone.
I read the letter twice.
“You didn’t answer?”
“I couldn’t think of anything to say that would give me those years back.”
Carol had listened to me talk about being abandoned. She had held me when I admitted how ashamed I felt that Anna had found it so easy to leave.
She had known the truth every time.
I put the letter down before I tore it.
“Did you ever look for our daughter?” I asked.
Anna nodded. “I asked questions. I wrote to the contact I had. By then, the address was no longer any good. It was a private arrangement, and I had so little information.”
“Who arranged it?”
“Your mother handled everything through a woman named Marjorie.”
My mother had kept receipts for appliances she no longer owned. She had filed church bulletins by year.
After her
