Folded carefully inside was a note, written in shaky yet deliberate handwriting. She unfolded it with trembling hands, her eyes scanning the words: “To my daughter, Carla. I’m sorry I was never in your life. I watched you from a distance for years, too ashamed to tell you the truth.”
“This is my last chance to give you something, even if I couldn’t give you everything. I’ve always loved you. I hope you find peace. Love, Dad.” Carla stared at the note, the words blurring as tears welled in her eyes.