Nobody spoke.
Finally, Susan asked:
“What are we supposed to be to each other now?”
I looked at them.
Two women with whom I had spent almost my entire life.
Women whose deepest secrets I knew.
Women whose children I had always considered my nieces and nephews.
And I whispered:
“I don’t know how to suddenly start calling you my daughters. But I know I’ve never stopped loving you.”Plan Family Trips
Linda began crying.
The three of us embraced.
But the story didn’t end there.
Three days later, I received a phone call from my aunt’s house.
Elizabeth had passed away.
Her attorney informed me that she had left one final letter for me.
It contained only four short statements.
“Mary, I didn’t tell you the whole truth.
Robert wasn’t the only person responsible for what happened.
Your mother knew everything from the very beginning.
