“She never sent them,” Mia said. “At first, we didn’t understand why… but as we got older, we read them. We thought they might help us understand her.”
“Mom wrote them about you.”
I swallowed hard. “And what did they say?”
Mia didn’t hesitate. “That you were the love of her life.”
All those years thinking she had moved on. All the questions I never had answers to.
And now, this.
“There’s one we didn’t read,” she added, stepping forward and handing me a single envelope.
It was still sealed. Untouched.
“And what did they say?”
“That one felt different,” Mia said softly. “Like it wasn’t meant for us. And it’s addressed to you.”
I took it carefully.
“Dad… you should read it,” she said.
The weight of it felt heavier than paper in my hands.
“You’ve had this all these years?”
“We didn’t know how to give it to you. We weren’t sure what her last words to you were… and we were scared. Maybe she was asking you to stay away and live your own life,” Kira admitted.
“And then… time just kept moving,” I finished.
That explanation made more sense than anything else.
I looked down at the envelope again.
