My handwriting.
I recognized him immediately.
I looked at the envelope.
“Where did you get that from?”
Mark didn't answer.
I've reached it.
He withdrew it.
“Not here.
“Give it to me.”
“Emma, please.
“Give it to me!”
He delivered it slowly.
My fingers shook when I opened it.
There was only one photograph inside.
I pulled it out.
And my whole world disappeared.
Two newborn babies stayed side by side.
Wrapped in identical white blankets.
One had a small hospital bracelet around his wrist.
The other did too.
I looked at the photograph.
My eyes moved to the bracelets.
The first one said:
COLE CARTER
The second said:
STEFAN CARTER
I couldn't breathe.
