I didn’t want to disrupt your life. I can only imagine you meant it when you told me in no uncertain terms that you didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
I’m sorry, Justine. I really am. I wanted to be a good mother to you. I wanted to give you the life that you deserved.
It sounds bad of me to say, unnatural somehow, but I think you were better off with those rich folks who took you in. I know it wasn’t easy. I’m sure growing up in the suburbs had its share of hardships, but it was a better childhood than I could have offered you.
I don’t regret what I did, Justine. I only regret that it ruined any chance of having a relationship with you.
That’s why I begged you to come and see me now. You probably don’t know this. I made him promise not to tell you, but I’ve been writing to th
