the first letter.
It was my father’s handwriting.
No one could have copied it.
Adrian unfolded the page slowly and began reading aloud.
”If you are reading this, kiddo, then I missed more of your life than I ever wanted to.”
”I am sorry for that first.”
He stopped. Cleared his throat. Started again.
”Your mother has always been stronger than anyone gives her credit for. You may not know that yet, but you will. She carried you before you were born, and she’ll carry you in a hundred ways
