“I’m Claire,” she said. “I’m Eleanor’s daughter.”
The Story Claire Told Him — and the Things Eleanor Had Done Without Anyone Knowing
The words took time to settle.
“She stayed in my life,” Claire said, after giving him a moment. “Through the family that raised me. She helped more than anyone knew. Financially, too.”
He shook his head slightly — not in disbelief exactly, but in the particular way you shake your head when something is reorganizing everything else.
“She wrote to me. Sent things over the years. Not often. But always enough.”
Claire reached into her bag and handed him a photograph. A small, slightly worn print that had been kept carefully. He took it.
