Epilogue
Dear Gregory Brentwood, Love, how are you holding up? It's midnight in the hospital right now, Andrew is here sleeping by my side. He's growing so much and he looks exactly like me, give it a few years and I think that you'll also see it. Andrew showed me a picture of Jacob, how the little bean grew so well. I remember him coming over here to play with Andrew, they were both so adorable, talking with their lisp. Jacob adored Andrew, my son is taller than yours, and my little boy told me how he wanted to be like superman just so he can protect Jacob. It was lovely listening to him talk about his dreams. Dreams that I won't be there to support. I wondered, for so long, I wondered why you refused me, told me to just die already. But I figured it out, it was Jerome, your father, wasn't it? I
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