“A couple from the village has come forward for private placement. Carol looks especially excited. I understand that Walter has only been told that the birth mother asked for a closed adoption. Discretion will be maintained, as you have requested.”
I dropped against the wall of the attic. Rebecca. My daughter Rebecca. Anna's eyes. That's why Anna's eyes had been so familiar. Rebecca had Anna's eyes. During all those years I had looked at them without knowing to
who actually belonged.
Then I found another envelope. The lyrics in it were better known to me than my own. Carol. I was addressed to my mother.
“Ruth, I can’t go on with this. Walter still thinks Anna left because she stopped loving him. I heard what you said that day and I should have told him then. I didn't. A part of me feared that if I knew the truth, I would go to look for it.”
