On the back, a child's careful handwriting asked whether Auntie would finally come to see her this time.
I stared at the words until the corridor blurred, because nobody had ever told me that little girl knew my name.
Beneath the photograph lay a copy of an old letter apparently sent to our family address years before.
It began with Mara asking me to visit Sadie and ended with a sentence claiming I had refused to meet her.
Attached was a response bearing my full name and a signature that looked like mine, although I had never written it.
The letter called Sadie an embarrassment and told Mara never to bring the child near my son or me.
Chloe read it over my shoulder, then watched me begin to shake as I examined the forged signature again.
There was no mistaking the handwriting beneath it, because Julian had been signing my birthday cards since we were children.
