Suddenly, nothing in my world seemed certain. Not even the sadness I’d been clinging to like a lifeline.
The next morning, after a night spent pacing and imagining the most terrifying scenarios, I met Susie for breakfast.
“Sit down,” I told him.
My daughter hesitated, but she complied.
Teenager sitting at kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
Teenager sitting at kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
“I heard what you said yesterday. Please, honey. No more lies.”
Her shoulders slumped. She stood up without a word and disappeared upstairs.
A few minutes later, she returned with an envelope. She handed it to me and sat down.
I opened it slowly. The writing shocked me.
Envelope on kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
“My name is Charles. If you’re reading this, it’s because I’ve finally found the courage to speak to you. I am your father.”
I swallowed as the letter slowly unfurled.
“I’ve been following your life from afar. I panicked when you were born. I wasn’t ready. My mother helped me disappear. I thought I was doing the right thing. Now I see I was wrong. I’d like to talk to you. If you’d like.”
At the bottom of the page was a phone number.
A Pensive Woman | Source: Midjourney
