heartbeats.
The third mentioned that Luke kicked whenever she ate oranges.
The fourth described Violet’s position on an ultrasound, though Cassandra had not yet chosen their names.
The fifth contained a photograph.
I found it at 2:14 in the morning.
A black-and-white ultrasound.
Two tiny profiles.
On the back Cassandra had written:
Your children, twenty-two weeks.
I sat on the edge of the hotel bed until dawn.
The final letter had never been mailed.
The envelope was blank.
Inside, Cassandra had written only one page.
Damon,
They were born
