A STRANGE PRESENT
SARAH stared at the handwritten letter in surprise. Why would her mom have left it? They had a good relationship and could tell each other anything.
She’d been sorting through some of her mom’s stuff when she’d come across the neatly written envelope with her name on.
Her hands shook slightly, as her feelings were still painfully raw, her mom having only passed away suddenly six weeks earlier. It had always been just the two of them.
Feeling a strange sense of foreboding, she slit the envelope open.
“My darling daughter, please forgive me for keeping this a secret but at the time I thought it best. Your father and I had a passionate, tempestuous relationship. Short-lived, but these things sometimes are. He used to tell me I was his sun, his moon, his everything. We were young and
