“A mother’s love never leaves,” Maya went on. “Even when life, pain, and other people pull her away from her children.”
The room went quiet.
“There are things children can’t understand. Sometimes a mother is kept from her children.”
Adele stepped forward. “Actually, Mom, before you finish, I have something for you.”
Penelope and Lucille brought out the white box tied with satin ribbon.
Maya blinked, then smiled wider. “For me?”
“I have something for you.”
“For you,” Adele said. “Open it.”
Maya pulled the ribbon loose and lifted the lid.
At first she just stared.
Inside were 15 envelopes, each labeled with a year. Under them, photos, invitations, programs, returned letters, printed emails, and my old notebook with the cracked spine.
Color drained from Maya’s face. “What’s this?”
Inside were 15 envelopes.
Adele stepped closer. “Fifteen years of things Dad sent you and you sent back.”
Maya picked up an envelope. “This is fake.”
