“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
“I was trying to decide whether I had the right.”
“The right?”
“She asked me to give it to you when you became a mother.”
I stared at the envelope.
Rowan came beside me.
Dad continued.
“I’d forgotten where she put it. After Leo was born, I searched the old study.”
My name looked impossibly familiar.
Phoebe.
One word written by a hand I hadn’t seen moving since I was twenty-three.
“What does it say?”
Dad shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
“You
