Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
I had not told her the attorney’s name.
“How do you know who sent it?”
Carmen moved the photocopy away from the edge of the desk.
She did not answer.
I waited, but she turned to the shelves and began searching for a document she had already said she could not find.
The blue folder remained open between us, and the two names sat side by side on the desk.
“Mom, did you ever see the original certificate?”