Inside was a single handwritten page.
The first line made my chest tighten.
Dear Sarah,
You don’t know me, but I know you once prayed for a daughter.
I stopped reading.
James whispered, “Keep going.”
At the bottom of the page, beneath several tear-stained lines, Lily had written one final sentence:
Before you decide whether to take my little girl home, James needs to tell you what really happened the night I disappeared.
