Meanwhile, my husband and daughter had been helping my sister.
But that didn’t excuse keeping the truth from me.
“You should have told me,” I whispered.
“I know. I made a terrible mistake.”
That evening, Robert drove me to Sarah’s house.
When the door opened, I saw my sister.
She had lost weight, and exhaustion showed on her face.
For several seconds, we simply stared at each other.
Then she began crying.
“Margaret, please forgive me. I misunderstood everything back then. Years later, I found Mom’s inheritance documents and realized you hadn’t taken anything.”
I wrapped my arms around her.
“We lost twelve years, Sarah.”
She whispered:
“But we still have time.”
Just then, two children came out of the living room.
A little girl and a boy.
