I didn’t understand that then. All I knew was that Veronica had driven away and left me alone. Whether she had been frightened, angry, or desperate did not change what happened.
Rosa gently squeezed my shoulder.
Gabriel closed the folder halfway.
“There is another reason I came in person. Your father left a letter for you.”
My heart began beating faster.
“A letter?”
“Yes. He asked me to give it to you when you were safe and when I could be there to answer your questions.”
“Why didn’t he give it to me himself?”
“Because he was afraid he wouldn’t have time.”
Gabriel reached into the folder and pulled out a cream-colored envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Matthew.
The letters were my father’s.
I took the envelope but didn’t open it.
“Is it about Veronica?”
“Some of it.”
“Is it about you?”
