“He wrote that,” he said softly.
I nodded, tears streaming down my face.
He picked up a birthday card and opened it.
To my child,
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. But if your mom tells you I loved her, believe it completely.
Silence filled the attic.
Then Liam looked at Lydia. “What happened to him?”
She hesitated, her eyes filling with tears again.
“He passed away three years ago,” she said quietly. “Car accident.”
The words landed heavily between us.
