My Daughter Came Home Shaking With A Wrapped Box — And My Parents’ Sec…

into her car seat.

Matt started the engine.

We drove 37 minutes home in silence.

Back in the living room, present day, Derek reached into the folder again and pulled out a stack of photocopied pages.

“There is more,” he said.

The pages were copies of a small notebook.

My mother’s handwriting, line after line in blue ink.

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