Rosa’s POV
His hand trembled as he took the letter from me. I leaned towards him, holding his free hand steadily. The lettered inside was old, yellowed and fragile at the edges. And the handwriting was unmistakably hers. I had read a few of her letters to Alex to spot her handwriting.
I scanned every word quietly. And then my blood ran cold.
The letter was the last letter she had sent to Old man Kane. It was a few weeks before she died. And she was telling Old man Kane that she was pregnant. The letter claimed that she was certain that the child belonged to Alex’s father and she didn’t want to tell him. But it was too late to abort it. She wanted him, no, demanded him to take responsibility because the person she was living with refused to accept the baby.
It was distressing to read.
