Marlowe
The letter's paper felt fragile under my hands, water-stained edges crumbling slightly as I unfolded it with a care that felt entirely inadequate to the weight of what I was actually holding.
*Marlowe,*
*If you're reading this, it means I never got the chance to tell you these things myself, and I'm sorry for that more than I have words to properly say. I don't know how old you'll be when this finally reaches you. I hope you're strong. I hope, whatever this club or this world has done to you by the time you read it, that you've found something worth fighting for.*
*I want you to know I loved you before I ever met you. Some men take a while to feel that about their kids. I felt it the second your mother told me you were coming, and every single thing I've done since has been try
