“Claire told me about your scan yesterday. I couldn’t keep holding on to it.”
“Randall asked me to wait until we knew your treatment had worked.”
“How long have you had it?”
“A month. Claire told me about your scan yesterday. I couldn’t keep holding on to it.”
My stomach tightened.
“Then why isn’t he here?”
“Because he’s still afraid to face what he did.”
I took the shoebox from his hands and set it on the hall table.
I didn’t take it.
“Wade, I spent a year waiting for explanations. I’m done.”
“This isn’t about getting him back, Meryl.”
I let him inside.
I took the shoebox from his hands and set it on the hall table.
I lifted the lid. A folded letter lay on top of several envelopes, bank statements, and a printed application.
“No… Wade, please tell me this is a mistake.”
I recognized Randall’s handwriting and unfolded it.