Chapter 65
Chapter Sixty-Five
My little wanderer,
I had a dream about you last night.
You were on a beach somewhere I’ve never seen, holding Mila’s hand, laughing so loudly the birds scattered. I woke up with an ache that made me want to reach for you, wishing I wasn’t alone.
I regret not telling you who I was or that I love you more than anything in the world. It’s too late, and that’s okay. I leave knowing that even when things sometimes don’t work the way you expected, you make them work.
You are a mother now. I’ve always admired the way you built a life out of movement and light, even when it came from places I couldn’t give you. I’ve watched you love that child with a fierceness I recognize because I’ve carried it in my own chest for over thirty years.
I’m still searching for the courage to tell you the whole truth.
I’m afraid of the hurt it might cause.
I’m afraid you’ll think everything between us was a lie.
But the lie wasn’t you. It was my fear.
You were the brightest part of my life.
Love,
Lina