The envelope contained no legal documents and no requests for money.
Inside was a handwritten note.
Dear Arthur,
I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even know whether I could forgive myself if I were in your position.
For years, I believed that money could solve every problem. My father taught me to measure people by what they could give us, and I allowed myself to believe that deceiving you was justified because you were wealthy.
I was wrong.
I hurt a man who genuinely cared about me. I turned a wedding into a scheme. I allowed my father’s desperation to become my excuse.
I have spent months thinking about the things you told me.
You said that I needed to discover who I was when I wasn’t following someone else’s instructions.
I’m trying.
I don’t know what my future will look like, but I know I don’t want to build it on another lie.
