Young.
Terrified.
With no lawyer and no family to help me, I ran.
I changed cities.
Changed jobs.
Changed everything.
Before leaving, I wrote him a letter.
I never received a reply.
Years later, I convinced myself he’d simply moved on.
So had I.
Or at least I pretended to.
Ryan broke the silence.
“My father found the letters.”
“What?”
“The letters you wrote.”