Part 4 — William’s Door
At sunrise, I placed Nora in her car seat and drove to the address printed on one of the old envelopes.
The house appeared smaller than it did in my childhood memories.
But the garden was unmistakable.
The front steps.
The windows.
The path where tiny pieces of my past had been waiting all these years.
An older man answered the door.
He was thinner than I’d imagined.
Older, obviously.
But I recognized his eyes.
William.
He stared at me for several seconds.
Then he said, “You look just like Sarah.”
My arms tightened around Nora.
