closer than you knew.”
“Is that me?”
I couldn’t speak for a few seconds.
“That’s what you were going to give me on my 13th birthday?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
“Now I understand why you said it was something I’d understand when I was older.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Yes. You were old enough to start asking harder questions. I didn’t want you becoming an adult without knowing who I was.”
I closed the locket in my palm.
“So Dad found out about your gift?”
“I told him.”
That surprised me.
“You told him?”
“I thought he’d be angry. But I didn’t expect him to panic again.”
Anna said she’d gone to Dad the night before my birthday and told him she couldn’t keep lying.
“He refused to let me tell you the truth.”
She paused.
“I told him I wasn’t asking anymore.”
That sounded exactly like the Anna I remembered.
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