Every Year He Planted Sunflowers for His Twin Sister—Until One Morning, One Flower Held a Small White Box

one, except a single tall stalk still standing upright in the middle of the ruined patch. Hanging from it by a white ribbon was a small white box.

Patrick turned to me, his face already pale. “Mom…”

My hands shook as I worked the ribbon loose. I opened the lid, and my knees very nearly gave out beneath me. Inside sat a photograph of a girl standing beside continue reading …