The Letter That Revealed Everything
My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper. The date written at the top was the day before my father passed away. Twenty-four hours before the accident that took him from me.
I read through it once, tears making the ink swim and blur. Then I read it again, more slowly, and felt my heart break in a completely new way.
Everything I had been told about that day was true. But it wasn’t the whole truth.
The accident had happened in the late afternoon, just as Meredith always said. He had been driving home from work. But he hadn’t been following his normal routine. He hadn’t simply been making his usual commute.
According to the letter, he had left work early. On purpose. Because of me.
“No,” I whispered to the empty attic. “No, no, no.”
I folded the letter with shaking hands and went downstairs. Meredith was at the kitchen table helping my brother with his math homework. The moment she looked up and saw my face, her smile vanished completely.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, alarm rising sharply in her voice.
I held out the letter, unable to speak. My hand was shaking so badly the paper rustled.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally managed.
Her eyes dropped to the letter, and every bit of color drained from her face. For a moment, she looked exactly as she had that terrible day when she told me my father wasn’t coming home.
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