opened it.
There was only one sentence.
You still don’t know why Ron chose you.
My stomach tightened.
Below it was an attachment.
An old photograph.
I opened it.
And nearly dropped my phone.
The picture showed a young woman standing beside Laura in 1992.
They looked around twenty.
The woman had my eyes.
My nose.
My smile.
On the back of the scanned photograph were two handwritten words.
Erin’s mother.
I stared at the screen.
My mother had died when I was seventeen.
She had never mentioned Laura.
Never
