Tell Mason I never actually liked baseball as much as he thinks. Tell Paisley I ate the purple cupcake she blamed on the dog. Tell Sadie she never needed to earn us.

Then:

And Hannah, please build whatever family you want after me. Not the one I tried to leave arranged behind me.

I closed the letter.

For several minutes neither of us spoke.

Sadie asked:

“Do you forgive him now?”

“No.”