“And you just believed him? You didn’t come to me?”
“Grace, you talked about architecture school every single day. You had blueprints taped to your bedroom walls.
You had dreams. Big dreams. I couldn’t let you throw that away for me.”
“So you just disappeared?”
“I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“You broke my heart, Charles.
I cried for months thinking you didn’t love me anymore. I never went to college. And my father pushed me into a marriage I didn’t choose.”
Charles cried, realizing his mistake.
“I never stopped loving you. Not for a single day.”
I wiped my eyes.
“You married?”
He shook his head. “Never even dated seriously.
Because no one was you.”
Charles took a shaky breath.
“It was a coincidence. I moved back to town six months ago for a job. I met Daniel at the first practice.
He’s really talented.”
I just stood there, holding the letter, feeling my entire past unravel.
I left the hospital and drove straight to my father’s mansion.
He answered the door, surprised to see me.
“Grace? Is Daniel okay?”
I held up the letter.
He froze. “Where did you get that?”
“Charles kept it.
All these years. Did you threaten him? Did you force him to leave me?”
“Charles?”
“Yes, he’s my son’s coach.”
My father looked away.
“I was protecting you.”
“I wanted you to have opportunities!
