"Jade. I've started therapy too. I'm trying to process what happened — to both of us. I know I can never be what I was to you before. But I would very much like the chance to be what I should have been all along. A father. If you're ever ready, I'm here. No pressure. No expectations. Just a man who missed twenty-three years and doesn't want to miss any more. — Richard. Dad."
I read the letter every night.
I haven't replied yet.
But for the first time in two months, I'm thinking about it.