I hope she did.
Please tell her I’m sorry Dad was angry.
Please tell me she’s okay.
Julian
Tears blurred the page.
I opened another.
Then another.
Years passed through the handwriting.
Older.
More careful.
In one envelope, several small bills were folded inside.
I saved this from my allowance. Please use it for Claire if she needs anything. Dad won’t tell me where you went.
Another came years later.
Grandfather says there’s a trust for me when I’m older. Dad controls it for now. Maybe someday I can help you without asking anyone’s permission.
I sat completely still.
