The nurse stared at me.
Then she said, “Wait.”
She disappeared.
Ten minutes later, she returned carrying an envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Rachel.
Ryan’s handwriting.
I couldn’t open it.
Christopher watched me.
“Do you want me to?”
I shook my head.
I tore the envelope.
Inside was one sheet of paper.
Rach,
If you ever read this, then Christopher kept his promise.
I am sorry.
I am sorry for every birthday, every Christmas, every moment you believed I was dead.
I wanted to come home more times than I can count.
But the men looking for me knew about you.
Staying dead was the only way I knew to keep you alive.
If Christopher is with you, trust him.
He made mistakes.
So did I.
