“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?”