“I just realized how that looks.”
I laughed so hard I cried.
He started laughing too.
Then he handed me the worn photograph of Catherine holding me.
“This is the real gift,” he said.
I ran my thumb over the softened corner.
For most of my life, whenever I looked in a mirror, I saw features that belonged nowhere.
Now I knew my cheekbones had belonged to Catherine.
My hazel-green eyes belonged partly to Richard.
And the rest of me belonged to no one but myself.
I put the photograph in the wallet.
Then I closed it gently and slipped it into my pocket.
