might. But I knew someone who loved you very much.”
”I hope, in some small way, these birthdays helped you feel remembered.”
”Take care, son.”
Thomas.
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
”Take care, son.”
Adrian had noticed those words too.
“You see why I thought of my dad, right?”
Of course I did.
A man’s full name.
A letter waiting at a law office.
A secret stretching across eighteen birthdays.
It sounded exactly like something an absent father might do when he wanted redemption without having done
