I promised him, over and over, not fully understanding what I was promising.
I did not know yet that my husband had spent the very last of his strength making sure the promise would keep itself.
Chapter 3: What Was in the Envelope
This is what the letter said.
I have read it so many times that I know it the way I know my own heartbeat.
“My Rachel.
If you’re reading this, then I lost the fight, and I am so sorry. I wanted so much more time.
First, I need you to know I was never hiding anything from you these last weeks.
I know how it might have looked. I know you, and I know that beautiful, worried mind of yours.
I wasn’t keeping a secret from you. I was building you a gift and I ran out of time to wrap it.
My whole life, the thing I was most afraid of was that our children would grow up the way I did. With no one in the world who shared their blood. No aunt, no cousin, no one to call when the worst happens.
