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My eyes widened. Mia took it? My fear of a sinister Matthew had been misplaced. This five-year-old child, in an act of misguided love, had been the one hiding the truth.
I took the letter from the envelope and started reading.
If you’re reading this, then Matthew couldn’t bear to tell you the truth.
I’ve been sick for over a year. He tried everything to save me, and he never stopped hoping, even after I knew hope wouldn’t help anymore. When I realized I was dying, I wrote this because I knew he would rewrite the story if it ever broke him too badly.
He protects people by pretending. Even me. Please don’t be angry at him. Take care of him. Take care of our little girl. He’ll love you with a hurting heart, but he will love you well.
I knew he would rewrite the story.
