The luxury car.
The country club.
The expensive academy.
Even the boat.
“If I stopped spending,” he admitted, “people would notice.”
“They noticed anyway.”
“I know.”
After a long silence, I finally asked the question that mattered most.
“Why involve Sailor?”
He closed his eyes briefly.
“Because I wanted to hurt you, but I didn’t want to do it myself.”
The honesty hurt more than another excuse would have.
“She trusted you.”
“I know.”
“Kobe trusted you too.”
He nodded slowly.
“Can I apologize to him?”
“Write first.”
A few days later, the letter arrived.
There were no excuses.
No mention of money.
No mention of the boat.
No attempt to blame childhood rivalry.
It simply said:
“I told Sailor to pull the alarm because I wanted to upset your mother. I promised her a gift if you cried. That was wrong. Your birthday had nothing to do with my disappointment, and you did not deserve what happened. I am sorry.”
Kobe read every word carefully.
“Do I have to answer?”
“No.”
“Can I keep it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it belongs to you.”
He folded the letter and placed it inside the same drawer where he kept Sailor’s handmade paper crown.
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