The Last Voice She Never Deleted

think that child was Emma?”

Helen nodded.

“Evelyn did.”

Emma shook her head.

“No… my mother gave birth to me.”

Helen reached into her coat and removed a worn photograph.

It showed a young Margaret Carter holding a little girl with dark curls.

The date written on the back made Emma’s heart stop.

It was taken nearly a year before her official birth certificate continue reading …