Is Daddy dead?
I heard him say that, Greg wrote. I was half-awake. I heard my six-year-old ask if I was dead. And I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even open my eyes. I couldn’t answer him.
That’s when I knew I’d lost both of you. And that I deserved to.
The last page was different.
Laura, I don’t expect you to answer this. I don’t expect you to tell Nate. I don’t expect anything.
But I’ve been saving money. Since I got sober. Twenty dollars a week from the auto parts store. Sometimes thirty. It’s not much. It’s eight thousand dollars and some change. It’s the only thing I’ve ever done right for him.
It’s for his college. Or a car. Or whatever he wants. Don’t tell him it’s from me if you don’t want to. Tell him it’s from a guy you used to know.
