Because I had thought it too.
For twelve years.
I just never let myself say it.
Then I remembered the envelope.
The one in my bedside drawer, under the Bible and the hand cream.Study Anatomy
Don’t open this unless something happens that you can’t explain.
I turned to Daniel.
“Sweetheart, I need you to go home and bring me something.”
“What is it, Mom?”
“A letter your father left behind.”
Daniel looked confused. “What letter?”
I took a deep breath.
“The one he made me promise not to open unless something happened that I couldn’t explain.”
My son stared at me.
“And bring the safe,” I said. “Everything in it. Whatever’s still there.”
“It’s all still there,” Daniel said quietly. “I never took anything out. I locked it back up and put the paneling back. I couldn’t throw it away. And I couldn’t look at it again.”
