Josephines hand hovered over the envelope. She was scared to touch it. She thought it might disappear if she did.. It might turn out to be real. She wasn't ready for that.
"That's not possible " she said. This was what Victoria had been saying for two days now. It had become like a saying in their family. "I don't have a daughter."
"Not yet apparently " Josephine said. Her voice was shaking. "You don't."
Victoria crouched beside the compartment. She studied the handwriting under Rosas flashlight. The writing matched the nursery wall. It was the letters and the same slant. Whoever wrote this had also written on the nursery wall.. Someone had tried really hard to make it look that way.
"Its addressed to a daughter " Victoria said slowly. ". You said Marcus raised you as Clara. When would
