« When? »
« The day her baby was born. »
My fingers tightened around the flowers in my hand.
« Where did you get that? »
« You’ve had a letter from my daughter for ten years? »
The woman lowered her eyes.
« Yes. »
Before I could answer, Lucas shouted from the bottom of the hill.
« Grandma! I found it! »
« You’ve had a letter from my daughter for ten years? »