was an old photograph.
Two women stood in a hospital maternity ward, each holding a newborn baby.
I recognized them immediately.
Margaret.
Helen.
But a third woman stood behind them.
She had dark hair, familiar eyes, and a face that looked astonishingly like mine.
“Emily,” I whispered, “who is this woman?”
She shook her head.
“I’ve never seen her.”
I called Margaret.
“Mom, I need to ask you something. Who’s the woman standing behind you in this photograph?”
Silence.
“Where did you get that picture?” she finally asked.
“Someone sent
