Clint
I keep looking in the rearview mirror and can’t believe what has happened. I am not ready to be a parent and I don’t know how to be. I always admired Sam in his ability to be a single dad, have a career, and still not be insane. I just hope I can live up to his standards for him and for her. I need gas and maybe some snacks for a kid. I pull over to the gas station. (Sigh) Well she is out. Phone rings. Crap. Shh... Morgan. “Hey Morgan, it is Allison. I just wanted to tell you that I talked to her teachers and forgot to tell you she doesn’t have to go back to school the rest of the week which makes it her summer break now. Plus, she got suspended for getting into a fight.” Oh man, Allison I have no idea what I am doing or anything. Thank you for that though. “No problem, Morgan, if you need anything just call.” Thanks.
What to get for snacks for a kid? I grab a coloring book, some chips, and head to the counter. “Will that be all for you sir?” Yeah. “Eight dollars please.” As I dig in my jacket pocket, I find the letters and pay the cashier and walk back to the truck. The kid is still out cold. I begin pumping gas into the truck and lean against it and open the letter from Sara.
Clint.
You have always been a good friend to Sam and me. I am sorry we never got the chance to have a relationship, but I valued our friendship. I know we had our moment, and I am sorry to tell you this in this way, but when Sam and I got back together, we found out that we were pregnant. However, I wasn’t pregnant by Sam. It was you. I never told Sam or you. But, since you’re reading this, that means Sam is gone. Hopefully, you can forgive me. Jessica is your daughter. I don’t know what else to say but I am sorry.
Yours Truly,
Sara