Chapter 29
Sperlonga. Present day.
When Little found Sira, she was holding a piece of paper, smoothing it out with her fingers. She looked almost nervous, then folded the page deftly in half and handed it to Little, who took it, perplexed, automatically scanning the page to see whose handwriting it was. She was surprised to find that it was Sira’s.
Sira shrugged delicately. “I’m not the letter-writing type, you know. But I thought we should start a new tradition with letters, a better one. Betty told me that she talked to you about my youth. There were some things I wanted to say, too, and I thought I’d write it down. So here it is.”
V
Dear Little,
There was a time once, now separated by many cycles around the sun, when I allowed my strength to be taken from me, where I lost entire y
