Emily looked up sharply.
“When?”
“The letter is dated three weeks before he died.”
Six years ago.
Long before the triplets.
Long before Madison returned to Mark’s life.
Mark swallowed.
“He wrote that I had started treating responsibility like something being done to me.”
Emily said nothing.
She remembered that year.
Mark had been promoted.
He worked constantly.
Whenever Emily asked for time together, he accused her of not understanding pressure.
His father had apparently noticed.
“The last paragraph says he wanted to tell me in person,” Mark said. “But we had an argument.”
“What argument?”
“He told me I was becoming arrogant.”
A faint, painful smile crossed Mark’s face.
“I told him I didn’t need marriage advice from someone whose marriage had nearly failed.”
Emily inhaled quietly.
“So he never told you.”
“No.”
“Why was the letter in your folder?”
Mark looked genuinely confused.
Then his phone rang.
