“What?” I whispered.
Tina reached into her bag and pulled out a bundle of old envelopes.
“We found these years ago in our old house. Mom wrote them. They’re about you.”
I stared at them, speechless.
“She never sent them,” Mia explained. “At first, we didn’t understand why. But as we got older, we read them to try to understand her better.”
I swallowed. “What did they say?”
“That you were the love of her life.”
All those years thinking she had moved on… and now this.
Mia handed me a single sealed envelope.
“This one—we didn’t read. It felt different. It’s addressed to you.”
I held it in my hands. It felt heavy.
“You’ve had this all these years?” I asked.
“We didn’t know how to give it to you,” Kira admitted. “We were afraid. What if her last words asked you to stay away from us?”
“And then time just… passed,” I said quietly.
Mia nodded. “You should read it, Dad.”
