I looked at all three of them.
“Because?”.
Sophie’s voice broke.
“Because he said that if you knew the truth, you might see us differently. Maybe you wouldn’t love us anymore.”
I almost laughed.
“What truth could that do?”
No one answered.
Emma pushed the envelope towards me.
My mother’s handwriting was on the front.
Older.
More shaky.
But unmistakable.
I opened it.
The paper inside smelled slightly rancid, as if it had spent years waiting in a drawer.
The first line hit like a slap in the face.
“My dear son, I left because I learned something that none of you should ever know…”
I stopped.
Grace covered her mouth.
Keep reading.
Mom wrote that she had waited until the girls were grown because she couldn’t take the truth to her grave, but she still couldn’t bring herself to tell me. I stopped breathing.She herself.
He wrote about
