After My Father’s

talked about Laura.”

I went still.

“He said her name like a tool,” Samuel said. “I know hate. I carried it long enough. That wasn’t hate. It was opportunity.”

My eyes burned.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Don’t thank me yet. I still don’t like your family.”

“You don’t have to.”

He studied me.

Then he pushed the letter back.

“Keep that. But I’ll give a statement through continue reading …