The envelope on top wasn’t addressed to Clara. It was addressed in shaky pen to ”My beautiful boys.”
My hands shook so badly Noah had to steady them. I broke the seal slowly, like something sacred. Then I opened Mom’s final letter and read the first line.
”My beautiful boys, if you’re reading this, I am so sorry I couldn’t stay. Aunt Clara is going to take care of you for a little while, and I need you to be brave for me. When my treatment is over and I’m well again, I will come back for both of you. I love you more than anything in this world.”
Clara’s keys jingled at the door. She stepped inside and froze when she saw Grandma Ruth seated at the table, with Noah and me holding the letters and trust papers.
Her purse slid off her shoulder and landed against her hip.
“Eric? Noah? What are you doing here?”
“We know about our mother,” I said. “Grandma told us everything.”
For a moment, Clara just froze.
“I don’t know what your grandmother has been telling you, but she’s old and confused.”
“Clara, stop,” Noah snapped.
Noah looked at me. I could see him bending, the way he always bent when she used that voice.
I lifted one of Mom’s letters and read aloud:
”Clara, please love my boys until I can hold them again. The treatment is hard, but I will come back. Hopefully. Tell them I never wanted to leave.”
Clara’s grip on her purse loosened. She lowered herself into the chair across from us, one hand flattening against the table.
“You had no right.”
I kept my voice even.
“She trusted you.”
Clara pressed her knuckles to her lips.
“I know.”
Noah leaned forward, sliding the trust papers toward her.
Her eyes filled, and for the first time in 20 years, I saw Clara without the armor.
“Elena was always the one everyone loved,” she confessed. “Even Josh loved you boys more than he ever loved me. If you knew the truth, what was I? Nothing. Just the woman who couldn’t measure up to a dead sister.”
“So you let us believe our mother threw us away.”
I set the letter down between us.
A single tear traced the line of her jaw. Clara didn’t wipe it away.
I folded my hands over Mom’s words.
