I Raised My Brother’s Daughters For Fifteen Years Until He Gave Me A Sealed Envelope

instinctively, the parent’s reflex, and one of the girls called my name in the tone that means they have noticed the change in the atmosphere without knowing its cause.

“Coming,” I said. I looked back at Edwin. “This isn’t over.”

“I know. I’ll be here. Whenever they’re ready.”

I went back inside, the envelope still in my hand, my heart doing something continue reading …