“And then… time just kept passing,” I finished.
That made more sense than anything else.
I looked down at the envelope again.
My name was written in her handwriting.
“Go on,” Mia said gently.
Carefully, I opened it and started reading.
“Go on.”
“Daryl,
If you’re reading this, then I’ve either found the courage I didn’t have… or I’ve run out of time.
I don’t know how to explain why I stayed away. I’ve tried a hundred times, and every time it sounded like an excuse. You were never just someone from my past.
You were the life I thought I’d have.”
I paused for a second, steadying myself.
“I don’t know how to explain why I stayed away.“
Then I kept going.
“I wanted to tell you the truth so many times.
I wrote letters. I kept them.
