I hadn’t kept it for revenge.
I’d kept it because one day my daughters might ask if I had tried.
And I wanted to say yes.
“That box is ugly,” I said.
“What she did was ugly,” Chloe said. “The box is just proof.”
“This is your wedding. Not a courtroom.”
“She’s the one putting you on trial.”
I stood and gripped the back of a chair. “Let people think what they want, hon.”
“No, Dad. You’re exhausted from being both parents to all of us. You don’t need this extra pressure.”
Chloe opened her folder and pulled out a printed message.
“She wrote me two weeks ago.”
I took the paper.
Elena had told Chloe I was bitter. That I’d made things hard. That I’d kept the girls close because I wanted to punish her.
