same mistake.
So I asked quietly, “Did you ever try to tell me?”
Pain moved across her face.
“I wrote twice. One letter came back marked return to sender. The other was delivered to your mother’s house and disappeared.”
Before I could answer, the door opened again.
Leo stood there holding three uneven gingerbread cookies.
Later, Jessi allowed me into the entryway and returned with a small wooden box. Inside were Leo’s hospital bracelet, a tiny lock of dark baby hair, and a sealed envelope with my name written carefully
