The note was meticulously folded, each crease carefully aligned as if to preserve the significance of the message within. I hesitated for a moment, my heart thumping with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. What could this mysterious letter say, and why was it directed to Daisy, our unexpected blessing?
“Dear Daisy,” it began, the handwriting neat yet slightly shaky. “I hope this finds you safe and happy. It broke my heart to let you go, but I know it was the right choice. You deserve warmth, love, and a place to call home.”
As I read on, the words painted a poignant picture of the man we met in the parking lot. “I’m doing my best to get back on my feet. One day, I hope to see you again, to know that you’re living the life I always wished for you. Until then, be a good girl.”
