I sat on the basement floor.
Daniel picked up the first envelope.
“Do you want me to read it?”
Me sacudí la cabeza.
“Éste es mío”.
Lo abrí.
Clara,
Today Daniel asked where you were, and I almost came home.
I stopped.
“How did he know what Daniel asked?”
Margaret answered.
“Eleanor had someone watching the house.”
Arthur added:
“Later Julian used private investigators.”
I continued.
Sé que me odias. Deberías.
Estoy escribiendo esto desde un motel a treinta millas de distancia.
Todos los instintos me dicen que retroceda.
But if Victor is watching me, returning could bring danger to your door.
I laughed sadly.
“He still thought Victor was responsible.”
Margaret nodded.
I read letter after letter.
Algunos eran cortos.
Una veintena de páginas.
Julian escribió sobre los cumpleaños.
Graduations.
Daniel joining the Navy.
Emily becoming a nurse.
Samuel opening his restaurant.
Rebecca’s divorce.
