The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years

The explanation made me feel worse, not better.

Eleanor’s interference had not occurred in a vacuum.

I had given her a key and declined to ask which doors it opened.

Raymond had spoken to Clara.

She admitted that she retained a file concerning Savannah’s correspondence.

She wanted a lawyer present before releasing the records.

I agreed.

Then I called Eleanor.