2 / I Thought I Was an Orphan Until I Learned What the Key Around My Neck Really Opened
her love, her dreams — all for me. The letter ended with one line: “Go to 42 Cypress Lane. I want you to see where I found peace.” Nancy and I drove there. It was a quiet cemetery beneath a willow tree. Her stone read: Lena Maynard, Loving Mother. Fierce Spirit. I knelt by her…