Chapter 23 - RYAN’S LETTERS
Ryan wrote from prison.
First letters:
Excuses.
Stress.
Meridian.
Linda.
Pregnancy.
My father.
Money.
I returned them.
Later:
“I hit you.”
I kept that one.
Then:
“I photographed the bruises because I wanted proof ready if you accused me.”
Specific.
Then:
“I knew you did not have bipolar disorder.”
Specific.
Then:
“I told Mom to get the prescription because I thought the record would scare you into signing.”
Specific.
Then:
“I told myself I was saving the company.”
He continued:
“I was saving my ownership.”
Finally.
Then:
“I used our daughter before she was born.”
I put the letter away.
Not forgiveness.
Evidence of accountability maybe.
At fourteen, Rebecca asked to read selected letters.
Therapist.
Court.
Me.
We agreed.
She read three.
Then asked:
“Did he ever say sorry?”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I believe he regrets consequences. I don’t know how much else.”
She nodded.
“Can I write him?”
“Yes.”
Her letter:
I know you’re my father. That doesn’t mean you get to tell me what our relationship is.
I cried when I read it.
May you like
She inherited my no.
Better defended.
