I don’t remember.
“You really spent all those years looking for me?”
“Every chance I got. I just wish I’d found you sooner.”
Mom began crying again.
I looked at her, then remembered the envelope I’d found among Dad’s belongings.
“Actually, Michael, there’s something you need to see.”
What came next?
I placed the twenty-year-old letter on the table.
His smile faded. “That’s my handwriting.”
“I know.”
She lowered her eyes. “Yes.”
I just wish I’d found you sooner.
Michael stared at her. “Then why didn’t you answer?”
Mom said nothing.
And suddenly, finding my brother wasn’t the most shocking thing that had happened that evening.
But I did know something.
Because I had a twenty-year-old letter proving this reunion could have happened much sooner.
Why didn’t you answer?
Her face went pale. “Where did you find that?”
“In Dad’s things. Did you read it?”
