Reading out loud
I unfolded the crisp paper carefully, conscious of the weight it carried. Words like ‘ancestry’ and ‘relatives’ leapt out.
Olivia looked over, eyes wide with curiosity. “What does it say?” she asked, voice trembling with anticipation.
I skimmed through, picking words that resonated but didn’t quite connect yet. “Give me a second, I’m trying to piece it together,” I said, focusing on the page before me.
The weight of what it meant hung around us.