those mysterious envelopes for years.
The same place where he once asked if I was secretly sending them.
The same place where he wondered if they were from his father.
Now the truth lay before us in my father’s handwriting.
There was one final note in the lawyer’s envelope that Adrian had missed earlier.
A short message from Thomas.
”Harold asked me to stop after your 18th birthday. He said by then you would be a man and would not need mystery to know you were loved. I don’t know
