I couldn’t read for several seconds.
Then I forced myself onward.
If I don’t make it through, please don’t spend your life looking for someone to blame. Please raise Clara. Tell her I loved her. And if you ever meet Daniel again, tell him I kept my promise.
The letter ended there.
I stared at the final sentence.
“What promise?”
Daniel finally spoke.
“He promised me something the night before the surgery.”
“What?”
“That he wouldn’t let you see him scared.”
I looked at him.
Daniel’s eyes were wet.
“He was terrified, Margaret.”
That sentence broke something inside me.
For thirteen years, I had imagined Ethan walking into that hospital room without fear.
Strong.
Certain.
Brave.
But he had been eighteen.
Just a boy.
My boy.
And he had been afraid.
Yet he had gone through with it anyway.
Clara sat beside me.to Dad?”
