Page 138 of David's Love

He had the right to know that when it happened––almost twenty years ago.

His life would’ve been different had he known that.

He would’ve made different choices.

He wouldn’t have married Samantha, met Rain, and possibly me.

Yeah, I guess that wouldn’t have served me well, but that’s life. There are winners and losers.

The thing is, Julie has the right to know this too.

She is no longer the girl who lost her parents in a car accident. She has a father. A father who cared for her even when he didn't know he was her father.

Sometimes, the resistance in our body is stronger than the glaring evidence.

How could he not see that?

How could he see that?

He didn’t want to fool himself into believing the woman who rejected him gave birth to his daughter.

The thought gives me pause.

It also fuels my determination to go upstairs and face the truth, whatever it may be.

I reach the bank of elevators and hop into the first one available, sunk in thought.

Moments later, I walk onto our floor and follow the path to our suite.

I hope he’s still here.

I hope he didn’t give up on me.

The door opens under my hand, and my eyes scan the first room.

He’s not here, but the door to the master bedroom is open, and music wafts through the air.

I take my shoes off and walk in that direction.

Once I reach the door, I stop and look inside.

He lies on the bed, his back propped against the headboard, his shirt open, a drink next to him on the nightstand, his tie undone, dangling from his neck.

There is no sign of Anna’s letters.

But my laptop is open––as I left it––and my heart stops.

Oh… No.

He saw the letter.

The one I wrote to him.

Like Anna, I didn’t write it for him.

Too late, I guess.

The state he’s in tells me that he's read it.

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