Chapter 9
Andreas ended up translating the letter.
It captured everything he felt—and seeing their life through Erik’s adoring eyes made him feel warm inside. The way he gushed about Beatriz was sweet, and the way he felt about Andreas glowed off the page brighter than the ink itself. He wished he could write a similar one to Erik’s mysterious mother. So he translated it, and Erik painstakingly copied the translation out, before sending it.
With no return address.
“I take it that naming our next baby Isabel is going to be off the cards?” Erik asked as he popped the letter in the postbox.
It was a bright, cold morning in the middle of March. Andreas had had to give in and wear his tracksuit bottoms, but the cold weather made borrowing Erik’s big coat a good idea, and the big coat hid a
