I leaned closer.
It was a baby blanket.
A white blanket embroidered with tiny blue flowers.
On the back of the photograph, someone had written:
Margaret — June 1963.
I frowned.
Mrs. Wilson had never mentioned having children.
As far as I knew, she and George had married later in life and never had a family of their own.
I was about to put the picture away when another slip of paper fell from the envelope.
It was a note from the restoration studio.
Mrs. Wilson, we found a second photograph adhered to the back of the original. Both have been preserved separately as requested.
Beneath it lay the second photograph.
This one showed a newborn girl resting in a hospital bassinet.
A small identification card was visible beside her head.
The writing was too faint to read clearly.
But the photographer had included a magnified reproduction.
I stared at the name.
