Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
And, Atticus, my boy, it was so very unlike you not to visit me for so long. Not even on Christmas? I’d long suspected there was more to it than your career, which surely allowed more breaks than you let on. I hold none of this against you, as I imagine the pain of whatever you two have been going through superseded all feelings of obligation.
Despite not understanding everything, I felt in my heart that true love would always prevail. I wanted to see how you would handle it if I requested that you both stay with me. I hope the time together helped you realize that not all was lost. That maybe someday you can find your way back to each other.
I’m sorry if it’s jarring to realize you didn’t hide things as well as you thought. Most of all, I’m sorry you two have experienced the misery of being apart from the person you love. I could very much see that you both still love each other.
All I can say is, you must have loved me very much to go through all of that just so I didn’t have to feel a fraction of the hurt you did. Thank you for giving me the gift of getting to see two of my favorite people together again for what I believe was probably the last time.
I love you both so very much.
By the way, no one ever said love was easy. Just because you hit some roadblocks doesn’t mean the road is closed forever. I hope it doesn’t take you a lifetime to figure that out. When you get to be my age, all you have are the memories of the people you loved. Material things don’t matter. Nothing else matters.
I will end this letter by telling you I had a very vivid dream last night. I’ve dreamed about your baby before, and it happened again. I mentioned this once to Atticus, who seemed uncomfortable when I brought it up. But it’s been a recurring dream since then. In the past, I hadn’t been able to make out whether it was a boy or a girl. But this time she told me she was a girl—black hair and looks just like my Nicole. But funny thing, she said her name was Adele, and I argued with her. “That’s not your name. That’s my name!” I told her.
Then she told me it was okay to come home, that she’d watch over you. I know it was just a dream, but it gave me some solace anyway.
Dreams are funny.
So is life.
Till we meet again, my darlings.
Love, Mimi
P.S.: Don’t hate me. The chicken and dumplings were horrible.
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