"Is it true?"
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"And you never told me? You let me believe it was just… random?"
Meredith looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"You were six. You'd already lost one parent. What was I supposed to do? Tell you your dad died because he couldn't wait to get home to you? You would've carried that guilt like a stone for the rest of your life."
The words hung in the air.
"You let me believe it was just… random?"
I couldn't breathe. I grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter.
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"He loved you," Meredith said firmly. "He was rushing because he didn't want to miss another minute. That's a beautiful thing, even if it ended in a tragedy."
I covered my mouth with my hand.
Meredith walked toward me. "I didn't hide that letter because I wanted to keep him from you. I hid it because I didn't want you carrying something that heavy."
"That's a beautiful thing, even if it ended in a tragedy."
I looked down at the letter, and my heart broke all over again as another layer of sorrow crashed over me.
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