Evelyn & Tobias — The Silver Cross

I lifted the first sweater.

It was pale green, the one I’d knitted unevenly while waiting for Tobias to be born.

“I thought Mom donated this,” I said.

Tobias touched its sleeve.

“It’s tiny.”

“You were tiny.”

Inside the metal box lay a stack of envelopes tied with string.

Each carried my name in Jonah’s handwriting.