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joy it has brought me to see you holding them as they fall asleep on
your shoulder.
My life is infinitely better for having you in it. And that’s what
makes all of this so hard; it’s why I can’t seem to find the words I
need. It scares me to know that all of this will be ending soon. I’m
not simply scared for me, though—I’m scared for you and our
children, too. It breaks my heart to know that I’m going to cause you
all such grief, but I don’t know what I can do, other than to remind
you of the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place and
express my sorrow at hurting you and our beautiful children. It
pains me to think that your love for me will also be the source of so
much anguish.
But I truly believe that while love can hurt, love can also heal… and
that’s why I’m enclosing another letter.
Please don’t read it. It’s not meant for you, or our families, or even
our friends. I highly doubt that either of us has met the woman to
whom you will give this letter. You see, this one is meant for the
woman who eventually heals you, the one who makes you whole
again.
Right now, I know you can’t imagine something like that. It might
take months, it might take years, but someday, you’ll give that letter
to another woman. Trust your instincts, just as I did on the night
you first walked up to me. You’ll know when and where to do that,
just as you’ll know which woman deserves it. And when you do,
trust me when I say that somewhere, somehow, I’ll be smiling down
on both of you.
Love,
Carly
After reading the letter again, Alex slipped it back into the
envelope and returned it to the safe. Beyond the window, the sky
was filled with moonlit clouds and it glowed with an eerie
incandescence. He stared upward, thinking of Carly and of Katie.