Chapter 11 – [THE LETTER MY HUSBAND LEFT BEHIND]

I unfolded the thick parchment. The ink was slightly faded, but David’s bold, steady handwriting was unmistakable.

My dearest Patty,

If you are reading this, it means the worst has happened, but it also means you survived. It means you found the truth.

I always knew you were stronger than me. I fell in love with your strength the day I met you.

I found out about your father today. I found out that Silvio Bellini is looking for you. He knows his daughter had a child, and he is hunting for an heir.

I cannot let him find you. I cannot let that monster touch you or our beautiful boy, Tyler.

Tonight, I am going to the docks. I am going to make a lot of noise. I am going to threaten Silvio’s operations publicly, to make sure all of his attention is focused entirely on me. He will think I am just a disgruntled worker trying to extort him. He will never look past me to see you.

I know I won’t come home tonight, Patty.

I am so sorry to leave you. I am so sorry for the pain this will cause you and Tyler. But a man’s job is to protect his family, and this is the only way I can ensure you both stay hidden in the light, far away from his darkness.

Tell Tyler I am proud of him. Whatever man he becomes, tell him his father believed in him.

Do not mourn me, my love. I am doing this with a glad heart. I love you, Patty. In this life, and whatever comes next.

Yours always,David.

I pressed the letter against my chest and wept.

They weren’t tears of grief. They were tears of absolute, overwhelming catharsis.

Luca walked over and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

Later that evening, I sat on the porch of my yellow house.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the neighborhood.

Through the open living room window, I could hear Tyler laughing. He was sitting on the rug, helping Mia color a picture of a butterfly. Hanging around Tyler’s neck, resting proudly against his shirt, was his bronze one-year recovery medallion.

I looked down at the letter in my lap, then up at the twilight sky.

We had been through hell. We had fought demons, both the ones in Tyler’s veins and the ones in suits who thought they owned the world.

But we survived.

Tyler was whole. Mia was home. And I finally knew the truth about the man I loved.

I folded the letter carefully, tucking it into my pocket, close to my heart.

I stood up, took a deep breath of the cool evening air, and walked back inside my home, closing the blue door behind me.