HE found the letter not long after and stood there at the boarded up house, chest heavy and unsure of the situation. Yes, he had found Mary and had been away for a while, but he hadn't meant for them to leave. He tried to come as often as he could, but it was so hard to break away from the woman of his heart, especially when he couldn't tell her anything about that part of his life. It would be too hard to explain.
He wrote to Henry a simple letter.
Henry, I regret having found a letter in place of friends at your door step. I'm sorry to have missed your departure and had hoped you and David would come to my wedding. I am glad to at least have the chance to write. I suppose this wont be the last I hear from you? I know you'll take good care of David. I've always known, since the day you saved him from me. I should have spoken to you the moment I found him, but he has you now so that is all that matters. I'll keep in touch as I know you will as well. A.
With the letter sent he felt as if something closed. Another chapter in his life perhaps? Or at least the end of a mental journal and the beginning of a new one.
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He wrote to Henry a simple letter.
With the letter sent he felt as if something closed. Another chapter in his life perhaps? Or at least the end of a mental journal and the beginning of a new one.