My fingers trembled as I broke the seal.
Inside was one sheet of yellow legal paper.
Dad’s handwriting slanted upward like it always did, stubborn even near the end.
Claire-bear,
If you are reading this in church, it means they came dressed as mourners and tried to steal the story.
Let them talk first. I know you. You will want to protect everyone, even people who would sell your heart for parts. Don’t.
The truth needs witnesses.
I am sorry I didn’t have more time to help you leave that marriage gently. But maybe gently was never going to be enough.
I love you. I trust you. And I did what I could.
Go home after this. Not the Richmond house. Home.
Dad
I pressed the letter to my chest.
For the first time that day, tears rose.
Not hot. Not helpless.
Grateful.
