“Found out what?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled a thick, cream-colored envelope from inside his jacket—sealed.
“She wrote this after she knew she was dying. She told him to keep it until the right moment.”
I couldn’t look away from the envelope.
“What’s inside?”
“The truth about Dad.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Dad stayed. He took care of her. He showed up every single day.”
“That’s what she thought too,” my brother replied quietly.
“Read it,” I murmured.
“I can’t. Not here. Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because once you know, there’s no turning back.”
A wave of laughter burst from inside. Someone called my name.
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