There are things you deserve to know about the past.
Douglas doesn’t know I am writing.
Not because he wouldn’t want to hear from you, but because he has spent many years convincing himself that contacting you would interfere with your life.
I believe he is wrong.
I have been wrong before too.
There is a suitcase in our home that belongs to you.
There are letters inside it that belong to both of you.
There is also a story neither of you knows completely.
If you are willing, please call me.
My number is below.
Whatever happens after that is your choice.
But I have come to believe that silence is not kindness when it is built on a lie.
Margaret.
I lowered the paper.
A tear fell onto it.
I wiped it away quickly.
“Your mother was remarkable.”
Lucas smiled sadly.
“Yes.”
“She tried.”
“She did.”
