PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

known their names, their faces, or that there would be three.

But he had loved them anyway.

Amelia read hers first and began to cry.

Grace leaned against Savannah.

Lily pretended not to cry until tears fell directly onto the page.

Savannah did not ask to read the letters.

Some love belongs privately to the person receiving it.

Later, the girls stood near continue reading …