Cleaning out the attic to turn it into her craft room, Sara stumbles across a small dusty box, coughing. She removed the lid and finds small envelopes with letters inside.

Dearest Katie,

I can no longer live with this lie any more. We need to talk. Please call me.

Dear John,

I’m sorry I can’t talk about this, not right now. I still love you but, it’s just too hard.

Katie,

Please, I think about you and the baby. I have to know.

The letters suddenly stop. BABY!?!?! What baby?!?!? Am I not an only child??? Do I have a brother or sister somewhere?!?!? So many questions whirl around my head.

Too bad I’ll never be able to get my answers.