After My Father’s

were three pages.

Dad’s handwriting was uneven, the lines drifting slightly downward, but every word was unmistakably his.

Carrie-girl,

If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and someone has tried to make you feel alone.

You are not.

I wanted to tell you everything, but I was afraid that if I told you too soon, you would look at your husband with honest continue reading …