The Card
Eventually, I noticed something on the passenger seat.
A card.
The envelope had both of their names written on it. Their handwriting overlapped exactly the way it always had whenever they created something together. Lily’s letters were rounder. Grace’s were smaller and more careful.
I picked up the envelope and opened it.
Inside was a single sentence.
Written in both of their hands.
“You chose us every morning. That’s everything. Love, Lily and Grace.”
I sat there in the driveway of a quiet house and read the sentence once.
Then again.
Then again.
Then a fourth time.
