Chapter 2: The Letter That Was Never Meant to Be Found
Part 2 ⬇️
On the chair sat a small wooden box.
Old.
Worn at the corners.
The kind you'd keep in the back of a drawer for forty years.
Jeffrey's eyes found mine the moment I walked in.
"You came."
"Of course I came."
His son Peter stood by the window, arms crossed, not looking at me.
Jeffrey reached out his hand.
I took it.
"Open it," he whispered.
I lifted the lid.
Inside was a ring.
Simple gold band.
Small diamond.
And beneath it, a folded letter — yellowed, the crease nearly worn through.
My handwriting was on the envelope.
"That's…
that's the letter I sent you," I said.
"The summer before you got married."
"I kept every one."
"Jeffrey, I don't understand—"
"Read the other letter.
The one underneath."
I unfolded it carefully.
It wasn't from me.
It was from my mother.
Dated June 1986.
My hands started shaking before I finished the first line.
*"Jeffrey, Ruth doesn't feel the same way.
She told me herself.
Please don't embarrass her by asking.
Move on.
Find someone worthy of you."*
The room went completely silent.
I looked up at Jeffrey.
"She never told me," I whispered.
"I know that now." His eyes were wet.
"I believed her, Ruthie.
I was twenty years old and I believed her."
Peter finally turned from the window.
His expression wasn't cold anymore.
It was something closer to grief.
"There's something else," he said quietly.
"Something my father only found out last year."
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What Peter revealed next left Ruth unable to speak.
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