My Fiancé Vanished a Week Before Our Wedding and Left Me With His 10 Children—Thirty Years Later, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door

He never learned that sometimes love means letting other people choose what risk they are willing to take.

PART 17 — I WRITE BACK TO A DEAD MAN

Three weeks after Arthur first arrived, I sat alone at my dining table.

I took out paper.

Then I wrote Julian a letter.

It was ridiculous.

He was dead.

I wrote anyway.

Julian,

I hate you.