Ezra
“Dear Hannah girl, I’m sorry,” Wren reads. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the mother you deserve, I’m sorry that I never got to meet you, but I also didn’t want to disrupt the happy life you already have going on.
I was young, I was stupid, I didn’t know any better but that doesn’t excuse the years I’ve missed with you. If you’re reading this, then I’m gone. And I regret not seeing you, so, so much.” She pauses.
Our eyes lock on each other and on Hannah who’s sitting between us in the front of the car, silent. I had parked at the nearest landmark so Ray can meet us.
We left Benjamin’s place twenty minutes ago after he talked to us about Diane, and her last moments. He also gave us the letter and a medium sized wooden box.
A while after I got used to Hannah back then, I’d sent Dia
