It tasted like burnt toast.”
She laughed as she headed for the kitchen. I placed the pages on her table, and she noticed their title.
“Dad wrote this?”
“He did.”
She leafed through them.
“About Maisie?”
“About what her life might have been.”
After reading several passages, she looked at me.
“I wish he’d shown me.”
“Why?”
“Because I would’ve liked to know more about her.”
I reached for Aurora’s hand.
“Honey, Maisie was gone before you were born. We didn’t get to know enough about her either.”
“I wasn’t
