months.”
He closed his eyes.
“Almost two years.”
“Yes.”
When he opened his eyes again, they were wet.
“She called me Daddy.”
I looked down at Poppy.
“She knows your face from the photograph.”
Adrian glanced at the picture.
The one I’d kept because it was the only reminder of our relationship I could show her.
“You kept that?”
“Of course I did.”
He swallowed.
“I thought you wanted me completely out of your life.”
“I sent you a letter, Adrian.”
“I never saw it.”
I pointed toward the envelope.
