It was a bright winter’s day when I found the letters. The kitchen was still dark, barely a beam of sunlight managed to slide into the alley between the houses and through the window. Even on a July afternoon, Mum’s kitchen remained dingy. Today, on a January morning, it was downright gloomy.
I flicked on the fluorescent light. Its faint hum was the only sound.
Recently, Mum had been finding it harder to manage on her own and was
