She then told me that Goldi had died seven months after leaving us.
She had contacted Rachel because she had nowhere else to go.
The cancer had been discovered after doctors spotted an abnormality in her bloodwork late in her pregnancy.
Further scans showed that it had already spread.
All that doctors could give her after she left us was hospice care.
Rachel also cared for her until the end.
“Why didn’t you try to find me?” I asked.
“She made me promise. She made me swear on my grandson’s name.”
“You should have let me choose for myself. All of you should have let me choose.”
“I know,” Rachel whispered. “I have regretted it every day. I have thought of you and my grandson every day.”
Leo spoke to her that afternoon.
Their first conversation lasted almost an hour.
“I hated you because it was easier than admitting I still loved you.”
