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She sat reading that letter again. It’s the same letter she’s read over a hundred times. She knows exactly what it says. Word for word, line for line. She reads it not for the content but for the familiarity and for the comfort that Elaine’s letter always seems to offer.

Jo knew she was adopted. She’s known since she could understand what her parents were saying. Elaine wasn’t ready to be a mother, she was barely supporting herself, and she couldn’t have supported a child too. Jo didn’t hold that against her, she understood that life has complications.