He worried about money.

He worried I would be frightened living away from my parents.

He never pretended we could become adults overnight.

The final letter was dated six months after the adoption.

I am going to stop coming to your father’s house, Evelyn, because every visit ends with him threatening to call the police.

That does not mean I’ve stopped looking for you.

If you ever see this, know that I loved our son from the day you told me he existed.