My daughter di:ed giving birth at eighteen and never told me who the father was. Ten years later a woman I had never seen was standing at her grave, and she took a sealed envelope out of her bag with my name on it in my daughter’s handwriting.
PART 1 — FENNWOOD When Cait told me she was expecting she was three weeks past her eighteenth birthday. I asked about the father more times than I can count and she gave me the… My daughter di:ed giving birth at eighteen and never told me who the father was. Ten years later a woman I had never seen was standing at her grave, and she took a sealed envelope out of her bag with my name on it in my daughter’s handwriting.









