Love of end 17

Love of end 17

Jack was, after all, the child I had raised with my own hands

More than thirty years of affection wasn’t something I could just cut off overnight. I still held onto a shred of hope

If he saw me as his motherif he’d replaced the poisoned medicationmaybe I could show him mercy

Seeing that she couldn’t change my mind, Stella suggested coming home with me

The three of usStella, Zayne, and mepulled up to the house. But just as we were about to unlock the front door, we froze

Voices

Coming from inside

Zayne immediately held out a hand to stop me. His other hand slipped into his jacket, pulling out a recording device

The voices weren’t loud. We had to press against the door to make out the conversation

Sebastian

He’d already been discharged from the hospital and was back home

Inside, he and Jack were talking

Jack, it looks like she found out. The drawer in my nightstand isn’t the original one -she swapped it.” 

Jack sounded anxious. What did you keep in that drawer?” 

Letters to your mom. You know how I am. I’ve always liked writing things down.” 

Jack’s tone turned sharp. My mom’s been dead for years! Why are you still messing around with writing letters? You put everything in writing, and now lookit’s blown up in your face!” 

Watch your mouth,Sebastian snapped, followed by a soft cough. Your mom and I met through letters. I thought I’d write them down, and when I’m gone, you could burn them for us. Something to hold onto.” 

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There was a pause, then his voice softened. I’ve been living with nothing but my memories of your motherand my hopes for you.” 

His tone shifted to blame

Love of end

Love of end

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