Natalie & Warren — The Letters He Never Let Her Read
He looked at the envelope in my hand and then at the simple cotton shirt I wore.
“You seem different,” he said.
“I’ve been busy,” I answered.
He almost smiled.
“I keep thinking about the night you called.”
“So do I.”
“I tell myself that if I could go back, I’d leave that party immediately.”
I didn’t know what to do with a statement that should have been obvious before our son was born.