God.
My throat tightened painfully.
Because those letters were pieces of him.
And my father kept them hidden all those years.
Trigger bent to pick one up.
His expression shifted instantly.
“Oh man.”
Wolf glanced at him. “What?”
Trigger slowly turned the letter around.
The envelope was opened.
Every single one. I knew because I'd read every one of them.
Fifteen years of love written for me alone.
Hersh closed his eyes briefly.
And that hurt worse than if he’d yelled.
“You never even saw them, until after your dad died,” he whispered.
The grief in his voice nearly shattered me where I stood.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered instantly.
His head snapped up hard.
“Don’t.”
The word came sharp.
Immediate.
Protective even now.
“This isn’t on you.”
Tears blurred my vision completely.
But before I could answer?—
Wolf suddenly froze.
“Hold on.”
His flashlight angled deeper into the box.
Toward the bottom.
“There’s something else here.”
