My name was written on it.
Erin.
I tore it open.
“Dear Erin… if you’re reading this, it means I kept my promise.”
“What promise?” I whispered.
“I agreed to stay away, and I did. I didn’t come back, not even when I wanted to. Not even when it hurt more than I could bear. I never wanted to hurt you, so I did what he asked.”
“What are you talking about?” I said aloud, my voice shaking.
“He said it was the only way to ensure you didn’t lose the life you’d built, or your happiness. I had to disappear for it to work, so I did.”
My hands trembled as I read.
“I don’t expect you to understand. What I did was wrong, and this seemed like the only way to make up for it.”
It was an apology. A confession.
But it wasn’t enough.
I needed answers.
“Excuse me… Erin?”
I turned sharply.
A young man stood a few feet away, watching me.
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“Who are you?”
“My name is Liam,” he said, nodding toward Clara’s grave. “I’m Clara’s son… and Daniel’s.”
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