thought I knew everything about my daughter, but after her death, I discovered she’d kept an extraordinary secret. I never imagined her final wish would force me to confront a painful chapter of my past.
The elderly man gripped the doorframe as though his legs had suddenly given way.
“So she kept her promise… even from you,” he whispered.
I stared at him.
“What promise?”
He quickly closed the wooden box.
“What promise?”
“Your daughter was a remarkable woman, Angelica.”
My stomach tightened.
“How do you know my name?”
“Emma told me about you.”
“Who are you?”
“How do you know my name?”
Instead of answering, he asked something that made my heart pound.
“Angelica, do you remember the yellow bicycle you had when you were six?”
I stepped backward.
Nobody had mentioned that bike in over 50 years!
He asked something that made my heart pound.
