I am asking for one chance, someday, to tell you the truth face-to-face.
If your answer is no, I will respect it.
But I want to be a father.
Not in words.
In mornings and doctor appointments and grocery runs and sleepless nights.
In all the ordinary ways that matter.
I know I have no right to ask you to believe that yet.
So I won’t.
I will try to become someone whose actions eventually make belief possible.
Logan
At the bottom was a final line written separately.
P.S. There is one more thing about my family that I should have told you a long time ago. My father knows it too. I’m ashamed that fear kept me silent. If I get the chance to explain, I promise there will be no more missing pieces.
I read that sentence three times.
One more thing.
At that exact moment, someone knocked gently on the door.
