For years, I believed the nanny had walked out of my life without looking back. When she showed up at my door with an old birthday present, everything I thought I knew about my childhood unraveled.
She stood on my porch holding a birthday present; she was 12 years late in delivering it.
For a second, I thought my brain had imagined her.
She looked older, thinner, and had gray at her temples now.
But I immediately knew those eyes.
“Anna?”
My knees nearly gave out.
She looked at me as if she’d been holding her breath for years.
I stared at the small box in her hands. It was wrapped in faded yellow paper covered with tiny white stars.
The same paper she’d used for my birthdays as a kid.
“I never got to give you this,” she whispered.
I didn’t take it. I stared at her.
“My dad said you stole from us.”
Anna’s face hardened.
“Of course he did.”
“What does that mean?”
She glanced toward my house, then stepped closer.
A chill ran through me.
“Gotten rid of you? How?”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she reached into her coat and pulled out a worn envelope.
My name was written across the front in handwriting I didn’t recognize.
The postmark was 12 years old.
She placed it in my shaking hands.
“George, your father has lied to you since you were born.”
“What is this?”
Anna swallowed.
“It’s why he made me disappear. Everything your father told you about your mother was a lie.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
She looked at the envelope in my hands.
Anna pointed at the seal.
“Open it.”
My fingers barely worked as I slid them beneath the flap.
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