You have more right to this than any of them, and the law is on your side, and so am I.

Live well, my dear girl.

Take care of your boy.

And once in a while, on a summer evening, sit out on a porch somewhere and think of me.

All my love, now and after. — Fiona

By the time I reached her name the paper was blurred and spotted, and I realized I was weeping, the tears falling straight down onto the yellowed parchment.

She had not been confused.