Chapter 4: The Letter She Never Wanted Me to Read
Garrett spent the entire night searching.
Not casually.
Not like someone trying to find an old friend.
Like a man chasing the missing pieces of his own life.
He searched every record he could access.
Old addresses.
Phone numbers.
Employment history.
Anything connected to Sally.
But every trail ended the same way.
Nothing.
It was as if Sally had deliberately erased herself from the world.
And maybe she had.
After what happened, Garrett couldn't blame her.
At 3:17 in the morning, he sat alone in his apartment, surrounded by printed documents and unanswered questions.
The apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
Four years ago, silence had felt like peace.
Now it felt like punishment.
His eyes landed on an old photograph sitting inside a drawer.
He had forgotten he still had it.
The picture showed him and Sally sitting on the floor of their first apartment.
The furniture was cheap.
The walls were empty.
They were eating takeout from a paper box because they couldn't afford a dining table yet.
But both of them were smiling.
They looked happy.
Not because life was easy.
Because they believed they were a team.
Garrett touched the edge of the photograph.
"When did I stop fighting for us?""
The question disappeared into the empty room.
He already knew the answer.
The moment someone gave him a reason to be angry, he chose anger over love.
The moment someone showed him a picture, he chose suspicion over trust.
The moment Sally needed him most, he chose to punish her.
His phone suddenly rang.
Garrett looked at the screen.
Unknown number.
For a second, he almost ignored it.
Then he answered.
"Hello?""
No one spoke.
Only breathing.
"Who is this?""
A few seconds passed.
Then a woman's voice whispered:
"Garrett?""
He immediately recognized it.
"Sally.""
The silence that followed felt heavier than any argument.
"I need to talk to you.""
His heart started racing.
"Where are you?""
"No.""
Her answer was immediate.
"You don't understand.""
"I do understand.""
"No, you don't.""
Her voice cracked slightly.
"You found Lily.""
Garrett closed his eyes.
Hearing her say the name made everything feel real again.
"Yes.""
"How?""
"I followed you.""
Another silence.
"You shouldn't have.""
"I know.""
Garrett looked down.
"I know I shouldn't have followed you.""
For once, he didn't defend himself.
"I just... I needed answers.""
Sally sighed.
"Answers don't change what happened.""
"No.""
He swallowed.
"But they might explain it.""
A long pause.
Finally, she said:
"Meet me tomorrow.""
Garrett sat up.
"Where?""
"Riverside Park.""
"What time?""
"Nine.""
"Will Lily be there?""
Another pause.
"Yes.""
His chest tightened.
"Thank you.""
Before he could say anything else, she hung up.
Garrett stared at the phone.
It was the first time in four years Sally had chosen to see him.
And he knew one thing.
He could not waste it.
The next morning, Garrett arrived at Riverside Park twenty minutes early.
He didn't want to be late.
Not for Sally.
Not for Lily.
The park was quiet.
Parents walked with children.
Older couples sat on benches.
Dogs ran through the grass.
Normal life.
A life Garrett had almost forgotten he wanted.
At exactly nine o'clock, he saw them.
Sally walked through the entrance holding Lily's hand.
The little girl wore a blue jacket and carried a small backpack.
She looked happy.
Safe.
Loved.
Garrett felt something painful in his chest.
Because he realized something important.
Sally had not failed their daughter.
She had done everything he had failed to do.
She had been there.
Sally stopped several feet away.
"We only have an hour.""
Garrett nodded.
"Okay.""
Lily looked at him.
"Hi.""
Garrett forced himself to smile.
"Hi, Lily.""
She tilted her head.
"Do I know you?""
The innocent question almost destroyed him.
"No.""
His voice became soft.
"Not yet.""
Sally looked at him carefully.
She noticed.
The way he looked at Lily.
The way he struggled not to cry.
For a moment, her expression softened.
Then it disappeared.
"Sit.""
They sat on a bench beneath a large tree.
Garrett didn't know where to begin.
There were too many things.
Too many apologies.
Too many questions.
Finally, he chose the only honest place.
"I'm sorry.""
Sally looked ahead.
"For what?""
"Everything.""
A bitter smile appeared on her face.
"That's a big word.""
"I know.""
"No, Garrett.""
She turned toward him.
"You don't know.""
Her voice was quiet.
"You don't know what it was like.""
Garrett didn't interrupt.
For the first time, he let her speak.
"When I left your house, I had nowhere to go.""
His hands tightened.
"I was pregnant. I was sick. I had no money.""
Garrett looked down.
"I thought Leland would help me.""
Sally continued.
"He did.""
"The lawyer?""
She nodded.
"He found me a small apartment. He helped me understand my rights.""
Garrett remembered the man in the photograph.
The man he hated.
The man who had actually helped his wife.
"He wasn't my lover.""
"I know.""
Sally looked surprised.
"You know now.""
Garrett nodded.
"I was wrong.""
The simple admission seemed to affect her.
But only slightly.
"I gave birth two months later.""
Garrett looked at Lily.
She was playing with fallen leaves nearby.
"Was I there?""
Sally looked away.
"No.""
The answer cut deep.
"Because you didn't know.""
"No.""
Her voice became softer.
"Because you never came.""
Garrett closed his eyes.
The truth hurt.
But he deserved to hear it.
"I waited.""
Sally continued.
"I waited for you to call.""
"I thought you hated me.""
"I thought you needed time.""
She swallowed.
"Then days became weeks.""
"Then weeks became months.""
"Then I realized something.""
Garrett looked at her.
"What?""
Sally looked at Lily.
"I was raising a child. I couldn't spend my life waiting for someone who had already chosen not to believe me.""
Garrett had no answer.
Because there was none.
After a moment, Sally reached into her bag.
She pulled out an envelope.
Old.
Yellowed.
The edges were worn.
Garrett immediately recognized the handwriting.
His own.
His heart stopped.
"What is that?""
Sally held it.
"You wrote this before everything happened.""
He stared.
"I don't remember.""
"You wouldn't.""
She handed it to him.
Garrett looked at the envelope.
His name was written on the front.
Inside.
Something he had forgotten.
Something from before the divorce.
Before the betrayal.
Before everything broke.
"Where did you get this?""
Sally looked away.
"I found it after I left.""
Garrett opened it carefully.
Inside was a single letter.
His handwriting.
His words.
Words written by a man who loved his wife.
He began reading.
"Sally,
I know we don't have much right now. I know sometimes it feels like we're stuck. But I want you to know something.
I don't care if it takes five years or ten years. I want to build a home with you.
Not just a house.
A home.
I want mornings where we drink coffee together. I want a backyard where our kids can play. I want to watch you become the amazing mother I know you will be.
I don't know what the future looks like.
But I know I want you in it.
Always.
Love, Garrett.""
His vision blurred.
He stopped reading.
Because he couldn't continue.
The person who wrote those words seemed like a stranger.
Sally watched him silently.
"I kept that letter because I needed to remember that you weren't always the man who hurt me.""
Garrett wiped his eyes.
"Sally...""
"But then Lily was born.""
He looked at her.
"What happened?""
Sally took a deep breath.
"Something you need to know.""
The sadness in her eyes returned.
"Your mother didn't just hide the money.""
Garrett became still.
"What else?""
Sally looked directly at him.
"She tried to make sure Lily never existed in your life.""
His stomach dropped.
"What does that mean?""
Sally hesitated.
Then she reached into her bag again.
This time, she pulled out a stack of papers.
"I received these three months after Lily was born.""
Garrett took them.
He looked at the documents.
The first page made his blood run cold.
It was a legal notice.
A custody-related document.
But the signature at the bottom wasn't Sally's.
It wasn't his either.
It belonged to Cindy.
Garrett stared.
"My mother?""
Sally nodded.
"She contacted a lawyer.""
"Why?""
"She wanted to prove I was unstable.""
Garrett looked through the pages.
The accusations were unbelievable.
Claims that Sally was irresponsible.
Claims that she was financially careless.
Claims that she had abandoned her marriage.
All lies.
"She tried to take my daughter.""
Sally's voice was almost a whisper.
Garrett looked up.
"Why didn't you tell me?""
Sally gave him a painful smile.
"I tried.""
The words echoed.
Again.
"I sent the documents to your old address.""
Garrett froze.
"My old address?""
"The one your mother controlled.""
His hands started shaking.
Sally looked at Lily.
"I realized then.""
"Realized what?""
"That your mother wasn't trying to protect you.""
She looked back at him.
"She was trying to erase me.""
Garrett stared at the documents.
Four years.
Four years of missing information.
Four years of lies.
Then he noticed something.
A small note attached to one of the papers.
His heart stopped.
Because he recognized the handwriting.
Not Cindy's.
His own.
A message he never remembered writing.
A message that changed everything.
Garrett looked at Sally.
"Where did you get this?""
She lowered her eyes.
"From the envelope your mother took from me before I left.""
The world seemed to tilt.
Because suddenly, Garrett understood.
His mother hadn't just hidden Sally's messages.
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She had hidden his too.
And somewhere inside that envelope was a truth he had never been allowed to see.
