Steven stared at the letter, stupefied. Dread filling his gut at the thought of what it may say.
Nothing good, he thought. James never had anything nice to say to me.
“He’d been writing to us for months now,” Martin revealed, a careful expression on his face. “I haven’t written him back but I know your mother had. We didn’t tell you because we didn’t know how you would react. Then this came.” He said gesturing to the letter in his hand.
Aside from attending counseling sessions with a psychiatrist to battle the trauma, Eileen suggested they meet with a close family friend. Father Jerry Santos, a priest who became their spiritual advisor. He talked to them about forgiving even those who didn’t ask for it. A concept Steven has trouble accepting. James’ transgressions span most of his life.
