“I’m glad you did.”
Emily’s expression was unreadable.
“I came because there’s something else we have to discuss.”
His stomach tightened.
“The apartment?”
She shook her head.
“No.”
Mark waited.
Emily stepped slowly into the room.
“When I left the hospital, Claire and I found something in the insurance documents you had stored with that lease.”
Mark frowned.
“What?”
Emily looked at him steadily.
“A letter addressed to you.”
“From who?”
She hesitated.
Then answered.
“Your father.”
Mark’s breath caught.
His father had been dead for nearly six years.
Emily continued.
“It was unopened.”
Mark stared at her.
“I’ve never seen a letter from him.”
“I know.”
“Where did it come from?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you.”
Mark looked down at Faith sleeping against his chest.
And suddenly the blue folder, the apartment, Madison, and even the wreckage of his marriage seemed connected to something he had not thought about in years.
