My grandfather, who is 76 years old, sewed blankets and sold them at the flea market so I could walk again – Then a motorcyclist arrived and said to me, "I've been looking for you for 20 years."

"Don't make me ask you again."

"I was 21 years old. I was trying."

"You would have led her into a life she wasn't ready for."

"So you forced her to choose between me and a foster home."

Grandpa's voice hardened. "I protected my daughter."

"You hid my letters."

I stared at him.

"Which letters?"

"I was trying."

He refused to look at me.

Cole handed me a folded sheet of paper. Grandpa grabbed my wrist before I could open it.

"No, Maisie."

I lowered my eyes to his hand.

He dumped me.

The word was short.

He dumped me.

“Cole,

If you're reading this, it means something happened before I could sort things out myself. Our baby is doing well and growing every day. My father may never forgive you, but he has no right to erase you from my life.

Hannah.

I read it twice, hoping the words would change.

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