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.
