“For forty years I wondered if I ever told you.
“He didn’t.
For a moment I could not articulate a word.
“I don’t tell you to hate her,” Anna whispered. I'm telling you because it was your wife who sent you to look for me, and I think she wanted you to finally know.
I looked at her.
“Anna, have you ever tried to find our daughter?”
“Of course I thought it.
“But did you look for her?”
“I couldn’t. It was a private adoption. I didn't know the family name, or where
They lived, nothing.
Suddenly, something settled in my head.
My mother arranged everything.
Anna frowned.
What?
If anyone kept records, it was her.
I got up so fast that the chair scratched the floor.
Walter.
“Sorry. I have to go.
During the return trip, a single idea haunted me: Carol had not asked me to forgive my mother. I had asked to forgive her. What exactly did Carol do?
