My name is Elena, and I believe I am your sister.
I have spent years searching for you. I found Rosa only after she became ill. She admitted that we were separated after our parents died because neither household could afford two children. She said she told you I had died because she feared you would leave her to find me.
I do not blame you for not searching. You did not know.
I am married now. My husband is named Gabriel. We have tried to have children, but the doctors say it may not happen for us. Still, my reason for writing is not to ask anything from you. I only want the chance to meet you once and tell you that you were never alone in the world.
Your sister,
Elena
Mother Caridad lowered the letter.
Esperanza looked as though the floor had shifted beneath her.
“My name was Ana?”
