your biological father.
That sentence does not mean you owe me anything.
I made choices before you were born that kept me from being there.
Adults may explain those choices when you are old enough.
For now, I hope you are safe, curious, stubborn, and very loved.
If someday you want to know me, I will answer honestly.
If you do not, I will still be glad you exist.
—David
I cried again.
Less painfully.
Then put the letter away.
No reunion.
No sudden father at the door.
No confusing Mia before she could even say her own name properly.
Time could do some work first.
That was allowed.
Victoria returned to New York after I sent her a copy of Marco’s emails.
Only the parts related to the company.
Nothing personal about me.
Boundaries.
She and Alessandro spent weeks deciding how to correct Marco’s public legacy inside Duca Maritime.
