I know this looks bad. Please don’t believe I left you. I’m trying to come back. I promise.
I couldn’t breathe.
I grabbed another.
I don’t know if you hate me. My mother says you do. I don’t believe her, but I don’t know what else to think.
A sound escaped me, something between a sob and a gasp.
“He thought I hated him,” I whispered.
Liam leaned closer, his voice barely audible. “Mom…”
I opened another letter.
If it’s a boy, I hope he laughs like you do when you’re truly happy.
My hand flew to my mouth.
Liam stared at the page.
