I remained frozen.
“He thought he was protecting your future. He thought I was going to ruin your chances.”
The room began to rotate.
“All these letters…”
Evelyn nodded.
“You’ve never had the chance to read them.”
Carla discreetly brought in a chair and I collapsed into it.
My legs gave way.
Evelyn reached into her vest pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
The edges were worn by time.
“I kept a copy.”
I carefully unfolded it.
The writing was undoubtedly his.
“Arthur, I don’t know why you’re not answering. I’m scared and ashamed, but I still love you. Please come if there’s even a trace of you left who remembers us.”
I was breathless.
Then Evelyn looked me straight in the eyes.
“I was pregnant.”
Those words struck me so hard that everything became blurry.
“Our child?” I whispered.
She nodded.
“A boy.”
For a moment, everything around me disappeared.
For decades, I had dreamed of having a son.
My wife and I wanted children.
But that never happened.
I have carried this silent sadness almost all my life.
And now Evelyn was telling me that at some point, I had become a father without even knowing it.
“What happened?” I asked.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“After Peter was born, I never remarried.”
I stared at her.
She gave a faint smile.
“I almost did it once or twice. But I was never really there.”
She lowered her eyes to the letter.
“Raising Peter has become my whole world.”
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