Chapter 26

Emma sat in the car, hunched over Rachel’s journal, while Andrew practiced soccer. She’d abandoned her folding chair on the sideline when the autumn breeze turned chilly. 

She read Rachel’s letter again, absently caressing the page that was now wavy and blurred from her tears. Even though she’d practically memorized it by now, she still basked in the warmth of Rachel’s love. 

She glanced at the clock on the radio: only 30 minutes left of practice. She turned to the next page, another entry about Ana.