“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Evelyn’s gaze dropped to the floor.
“I tried.”
My breath caught.
What do you mean?”
“Several times.”
“When?”
“Before the divorce was final. After the children were born. Once through your office.”Find Divorce Help
“I never received anything.”
“I know.”
Her answer was too certain.
“How?”
“Because I kept copies.”
She crossed to a drawer and pulled out a thin folder. Its edges were worn, the paper inside carefully arranged.
She placed it on the table.
The first page was a letter addressed to me.
Adrian,
I don’t know if you’ll read this. I don’t know if you’ll care. But the children were born last week. They are healthy. A boy and a girl. I named them Samuel and Lily.Hire Babysitters
My hands began to shake.
I turned the page.
Another letter.
Adrian,
I’m not asking you to come back to me. I’m asking you to decide whether you want to know your children. If you do, write to me at the address below.
The date was six weeks after the birth.
There were more.
A letter written three months later. Another after their first birthday. A final one dated nine months ago.
You once said I made everything difficult. Maybe this is the only way I know how to make something simple. If you want a place in their lives, you need to come honestly—not as a Moretti, not with lawyers, guards, or money. Just as yourself.
I looked up.
“Why didn’t I get these?”
“I sent them.”
“Where?”
“To your office.”
“Which address?”
