Serena nodded slowly. “Me too.”
For a while, neither of us spoke.
Then she reached into her bag and took out an envelope.
“I read Sofia’s letter,” she said. “The one she never sent me.”
My throat tightened.
“What did it say?”
Serena held the envelope against her chest. “That she loved me before she knew my face. That losing me broke something in her, but having you taught her broken things can still hold light.” She tried to smile, but it trembled. “She said if I ever found you, I should not arrive asking to be family. I should arrive willing to become worthy of it.”
Tears blurred my vision.
“That sounds like her.”
Serena nodded.
“I don’t know how to be your sister,” she said.
I looked at Julian, asleep beneath his pale blue blanket.
“I don’t know either.”
Serena swallowed. “Could we learn slowly?”
