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

I don’t know.

to my stomach and I

No. Never.

to my child what had been done to me.

pretty fri ggin’ traumatized. And now that my

howls long and

I’m crying again.

of

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

that because he lays his head back

letter. The one that I’ve been dreading most.

Leah,

at the end of it and look back. I’ve made mistakes. So many where you are concerned. I’ve gambled with our company too many times, and

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