Her eyes were wet, but her smile was soft. “Surprise,” she whispered. She told me that for the past few months, she’d been fostering a little girl—a shy, quiet five-year-old who’d lost her parents in an accident, just the way we once had.
She didn’t want to tell me until she knew the adoption would be approved. “She needed a home,” Amelia said, her voice trembling. “And I thought… maybe I could give her what I gave you.”
Just then, a tiny face peeked from behind the couch, holding a teddy bear almost as big as her.
My throat tightened. My sister hadn’t broken. She had rebuilt her heart—by giving it away again.
