DEAR HUSBAND, I'M DONE
Something was peeking out from the tight, dusty space right under the low edge of the bed.
He bent down, reaching underneath the heavy mattress, and pulled out a single piece of heavy, premium paper. It was a card.
Adrian flipped it over in his trembling hands, and his breath hitched completely in his throat. The elegant, sweeping handwriting was unmistakable.
It was a card from Mr. Hudson, filled with words of love, regret, and a deep longing to connect with his children. It was exactly like his father had said—he had been writing cards and letters to them all these years.
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