"Not even when what?" I stepped forward. I hadn't even realized we were standing up now. Tea forgotten, I had moved around the table until I was maybe two feet away from her. She seemed to want to step away but she stopped.
"Not even when I got the letter from mom on the day she died. She also sent your...story. About how everything played out with dad. How you started sleeping together. How you fell in love."
"Why would she have done that?" I said to no one in particular.
I was stunned. That story...I stood by it. It was the truth as I saw it. It was full of my love for Mom, and I was proud to (anonymously) share it so others in similar situations might have some comfort that they weren't alone. It was not the sort of thing i would have ever wanted Becky to read, at least without talki
