Richard Whitmore
But the handwriting made Richard’s heart skip a beat.
It was Daniel’s.
His hands trembled as he opened the envelope.
Inside was a folded letter.
Richard unfolded it carefully.
The paper was worn, as if it had been read many times.
He began to read.
Dad,
If you’re reading this, it probably means Lily finally found the letter I asked her to keep safe.
I’m sorry for the strange way of delivering it, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you this while I was alive.
Richard’s breath caught.
Alive?
He continued reading.
For the past two years, I’ve been volunteering at a small learning center downtown. They help kids from low-income families stay in school.
That’s where I met Lily.
She’s one of the smartest kids I’ve ever known, Dad. But her mom can barely afford rent, let alone the kind of education Lily deserves.
Richard swallowed hard.
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