Elena
“I don’t want to read this here.” Did I really sound that hollow?
My date rubs my back. “Where do you want to read it?”
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and up at the man who radiates strength, wishing I had some. “Home. I want to read it at home.”
He knows what I mean. Without another word, he removes himself from the table and takes my hand to lead me back to the bike. I fold the envelope and put it in my coat pocket while Mike starts Layla.
The air has either gotten chillier or I’ve become numb to the world. The suspense of what is in this letter is driving me into a tailspin.
This is the last thing I expected to happen. The letter is burning a hole in my pocket – it could have anything in there.
My father was a keeper of secrets, a host of lies, and had a dark
