Chapter 110

I get through the rest of the letters. By the last one, I’m numb.

The tone changed, and I could mark the spiral my father

took in his latter years, perhaps an extension of the guilt he

couldn’t come to terms with.

Maybe I could’ve been sweeter when I visited. Maybe I

been braver. Less needy.

I don’t know.

hand drops to my stomach and I think

No. Never.

child what had been done to me.

pretty fri ggin’ traumatized. And now that my father is dead, I’ll never have the closure I

howls long and

crying again.

of

his fur and snuggle closer. “I’m okay. I just have

he lays his head

last letter. The one that

Leah,

So many where you are concerned. I’ve gambled with our company too many times, and those decisions that should’ve

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