“Lucy helped pack a box of baby supplies for me.”
I began crying.
For three years, I’d believed each part of that life was gone.
But here were people carrying memories I’d never even known existed.
I began crying.
After a while, I asked Gianna about the accident.
“The two adults in the car. Were they relatives?”
Her expression changed.
“My brother, Matthew, and his wife, Jennifer. They’d recently moved back and become part of our lives again.”
“I’m so sorry.”
She nodded.
“Were they relatives?”
“They were wonderful people. Sophie was staying with them while I worked.”
I sat quietly.
Then Gianna continued.
“I wanted to contact you after Emily died. To tell you what she’d done for me.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I wrote several letters, but I never sent them. After hearing about their deaths, I worried I’d only make your grief worse.”
“I wanted to contact you.”
