He hesitates, then pads over, eyes bouncing from the giant biker to the letter in my hand. I kneel down, holding it out. “Daddy wrote you something. A letter. He left it just for you.”
Tommy’s fingers are trembling as he takes the envelope. “Is it really from Daddy?”
Tommy opens the envelope with painstaking care. He pulls out the paper and unfolds it. His lips move silently as he reads the first line, then his eyes fill with tears.
“Do you want me to read it out loud?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.
He nods.
I clear my throat, take the letter, and begin to read.
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