On their fifth, she described seeing a set of triplets in a grocery store and crying in the parking lot for an hour afterward.
On their tenth, she wrote that she had found their school’s website and a photograph of Sophie holding a science fair trophy.
Sophie stopped reading. “She was watching us?”
Claire opened the twelfth.
“I finally learned the truth about the letter this year. I hired someone to find you. I know your address now. I know where you go to school. I know your father never remarried.”
Emma’s eyes filled. “So she could have come.”
“Yes,” Sophie said. There was no softness in it at all. “She could have come.”
The next line proved it.
“On your twelfth birthday, I drove to your street. I parked six houses away. I watched the three of you hanging balloons on the porch with your father. I sat there for forty minutes. Then I drove away.”
