P.S. I've instructed my estate lawyer to set up a trust fund for Sofia. You'll have complete control; I won't have access to it, won't be able to use it as leverage, and won't know what you use it for. It's not an apology. It's not a bribe. It's just the one thing I can do that might actually help her, even if she never knows it came from me.
I read the letter three times, tears streaming down my face.
He was leaving. Going to treatment. Removing himself from my life voluntarily.
It was everything I'd asked for. Everything I'd wanted.
So why did it feel like losing something I couldn't afford to lose?
Sofia kicked hard, and I pressed both hands to my belly.
"Your daddy is very sick," I whispered. "But he's trying to get better. I don't know if he can. I don't know if it's enough. But
