“I’m going to read this alone,” I said.

Kenneth nodded, and I left before he could offer to come with me.

The chapel was open.

I sat in the back pew where nobody could see my face from the hallway.

A candle glowed near a stained-glass window, and somewhere overhead a ventilation fan hummed.

I unfolded the page.

PART 4: Hannah’s Words

Dear Mom,