Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
“I was trying to spare Renata a burden she is too young to carry.”
“That is not the same as answering me.”
“No,” she said.
“It is not.”
I waited.
She said nothing more.
At the front door, she put a hand on my shoulder and asked me to leave the envelope sealed until we had spoken again.
I told her I would decide what to do after I had read it, and she stepped aside.