Memories from decades ago.
Mom covered her mouth.
“Oh, Amanda…”
She slowly turned the pages.
Then she reached the final section.
Her smile vanished.
I hadn’t intentionally placed anything shocking there.
I had simply copied one page from the old notebook because I thought it was part of our family history.
Melissa suddenly stood.
“Where did you get that?”
I looked at her.
“Mom’s box. Why?”
She grabbed the scrapbook and flipped through the pages.
Then she froze.
Her eyes locked onto one handwritten date.
Mom’s face went pale.
Without
