“Go get it.
The first photo was from prom. Leo and I were standing under silver streamers. I was in my red dress, and he was wearing his crooked bow tie. His arm was around my waist.
I heard him like he was standing in the kitchen.
“Smile, Em. One day, we’ll show this to our kids.”
I pressed my fingers to my mouth.
Julian pulled out a folded letter. “Dad died six months ago. He left this for you. He made me promise to find you. I searched for a long time, but it was difficult because your name changed, and Dad only knew your maiden name.”
The first photo was from prom.
Julian paused. “When I saw that scrapbook photo, I should have told Lila immediately. I was afraid she would think I had used her to find you.”
“Did you?” my daughter asked.
“No,” he said. “I loved you before I knew.”
I looked at the letter.
“Read it,” Lila whispered.
I opened it.
