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Her answer came without hesitation.
“Not for one day.”
The room fell silent.
I searched her face, trying to understand how two people who had loved each other so deeply could have lost an entire lifetime.
“You left,” I whispered.
“I thought you chose someone else.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I never chose anyone over you.”
She took a shaky breath.
“The letter you received…”
“I remember every word.”
“So do I,” she replied. “Because I didn’t write it.”
My heart skipped.
“What?”
She nodded slowly.
“I wrote dozens of letters after I left town.”
I frowned.
“I never received a single one.”
“I know.”
Her voice cracked.
“I didn’t know it then. I believed you were reading every letter and choosing to ignore me.”
I stared at her.
“My father hated the idea of us being together.”
I remembered him well.
A proud, intimidating man who rarely smiled whenever I visited their house.
“He thought you deserved someone wealthier,” I guessed.
She shook her head.
“No.”
“He thought you deserved someone who wouldn’t distract you.”
I frowned.
“You had just been accepted into one of the best law schools in the state.”
“He believed love would ruin your future.”
I could barely breathe.
“He intercepted every letter before it ever reached you.”
The words struck me harder than I expected.
“I kept writing,” Evelyn continued.
“Every week.”
“I begged you to answer.”
“I waited.”
“I cried.”
“I believed you had decided your future mattered more than I did.”
I slowly lowered myself into the chair Carla had placed nearby.
My legs no longer trusted themselves.
Sixty years.
Destroyed by a mailbox that never delivered the truth.
“My aunt confessed everything years later,” Evelyn whispered.
“She found the letters hidden after my father passed away.”
She reached into the pocket of her cardigan and carefully unfolded a yellowed sheet of paper.
The edges had become soft from decades of being handled.
“I kept one copy.”
She placed it in my trembling hands.
The handwriting was unmistakably hers.
Arthur,
I don’t understand your silence.
Maybe my letters are getting lost.
Maybe you’re angry.
Maybe I’ve already lost you.
But if there is still even the smallest part of your heart that remembers the promises we made beside the lake, please come.
I’m frightened.
I need you.
I still love you.
Always,
Evelyn
My vision blurred.
A single tear landed on the page.
“I would’ve come,” I whispered.
“I would’ve crossed the country.”
“I know.”
She reached across the small table and covered my hand.
“I know that now.”
For a long moment neither of us spoke.
The years seemed almost visible between us.
Years that should have been birthdays.
Anniversaries.
Ordinary mornings drinking coffee together.
Instead, they had become empty space.
Then Evelyn inhaled deeply.
“There is one more thing.”
I looked up.
Something inside me warned that I wasn’t prepared.
“I found out I was pregnant.”
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