her that decision belonged to you, Emily, and that you would make it when you were ready.
She left an address and a photograph of Lucas.
I didn’t give them to you.
You were only beginning to recover, and I couldn’t bear the thought of reopening those wounds.
Then months became years.
Every time I thought about telling you, I convinced myself that protecting your peace was more important.
Now I understand that I should have trusted you with the truth.

Please forgive me for keeping silent.
You have every I got to have a real childhood.”
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Emily.
“I know how much you sacrificed for me. And now I want you to start living a little for yourself, too.”
Martha turned away, wiping her cheeks.
Emily held her daughter tightly.
Then she looked toward the framed photograph of her father