outside.”
I ended the call.
For several seconds, neither Daniel nor I spoke.
“He’s coming,” I said.
“I heard.”
“I don’t know how to meet him.”
“You don’t have to decide what he means to you tonight.”
“What if he wants to be my family?”
“Then he can begin by being patient.”
I gave a shaky laugh.
“You’re good at saying the right thing.”
“I’ve had years of practice saying the wrong thing.”
We gathered the papers carefully. I placed my mother’s letter inside the box and carried it against
