Opening the Door to Her Past
Emily took a deep breath, and with cautious fingers, peeled open the envelope. Her eyes flickered across the page, searching for a glimpse of her origins.
‘Okay, here we go,’ she said softly, her voice a blend of excitement and fear. I watched, my heart in my throat, as she absorbed each word.
These first steps into her past felt monumental, a bridge to whatever lay ahead for both of us.