nd heavier. Richard never spoke of her again, and Anna learned not to ask. But

inside her any longer. She needed answers. She needed to understand why

t behind. The streets were familiar but changed, older and worn. Rich

sked one evening, his

tated. "I

s head and s

rd had always known where Margaret was but had chosen not to reach out. He could

se her twice," Helen q

t might burst. The door opened slowly, and there she was - older, her

just stared, confusio

said, her voice

a?" Her voice broke, and then she pulled her daughter int

ears they had lost, and about the life her daughters had lived without her. Anna told her everything,

ng from joy to sorrow, as if each

did not know where you were. I thoug

. "We never forgot

husband, how he had helped her raise James and Peter. The boys had gr

e mixture of joy and loss. Her bro

ret said, her eyes gl

Anna replied, her v

she could not shake the feelings that the past was still alive, still breathing, still waiti