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.

and I think

No. Never.

do to my child what

pretty fri ggin’

howls long and

I’m crying again.

stream of

and snuggle closer. “I’m okay. I just

to accept that because he lays his head back

last letter. The one that I’ve been dreading

Leah,

many where you are concerned.

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