“Goodbye, Arthur.”
“Goodbye, Kate.”
Not Dad.
Not daughter.
Not yet.
Maybe never.
But honest.
PART 7 — THE SECOND ENVELOPE
Evelyn arrived before Arthur fully left.
Another envelope.
Another photograph.
“I found one more.”
Arthur stared at it.
“I should have returned this years ago.”
“You can keep it.”
He seemed surprised.
“I thought you wanted it.”
“I wanted you to have the chance to stop hiding it.”
Evelyn started to leave us alone.
Arthur stopped her.