Chapter 35 The Letter

Noah sat at his desk for three hours before he could write the first word.

The paper mocked him. Blank. White. Waiting.

His hand cramped around the pen. He'd started twenty times. Crumpled every attempt. The trash can overflowed with failed beginnings.

*Dear Dad,*

Too formal.

*To the man who left,*

Too angry.

*I don't know why I'm writing th