Chapter 27: The Letter
A year later, I got another letter.
This time from Andrew.
He was getting out of prison.
Early.
He'd been good.
Rehabilitated.
I read the letter.
Mariana, I know I don't deserve anything from you. But I wanted to tell you that I'm different. I've changed. I've been going to therapy. I've been working on myself. I'm not the same person I was.
I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm not asking for anything. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. For everything.
And I hope you're happy.
A.
I folded the letter.
Put it in the drawer with the others.
And I didn't respond.
May you like
Because I was happy.
And I didn't need his permission.
