Chapter 2: What I never knew was that Sarah had been volunteering at a shelter before she d!ed.
Emma had been living there at the time—homeless, pregnant, and completely alone.
According to Emma, my sister had saved her life.
She found her a safe place to stay.
Helped her get medical care.
Bought baby supplies with her own money.
And when Sophie was born, Sarah visited every week.
Until the accident.
Emma reached into a worn envelope beside her bed.
Inside was a photograph.
My sister holding a newborn Sophie.
On the back, written in Sarah’s handwriting, were four words:
Everyone deserves a chance.
Tears blurred my vision.
“I looked for your family for years,” Emma said. “I wanted someone to know what she did. I wanted someone to know she mattered.”
I swallowed hard.
“She did matter.”
Emma smiled.
“I know. That’s why I contacted you.”
Over the next several weeks, I visited often.
At first, it was for Emma.
Then it became for Sophie too.
We played board games.
Read books.
Talked about school.
Every visit became something I looked forward to.
Something I had been missing without realizing it.
But Emma’s condition continued to worsen.
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One evening, she asked me to sit beside her bed.
To be Continued...!
