PART 4
I reached for it.
But before I could touch it, Vivian said:
“Don’t.”
Everyone looked at her.
She seemed to realize what she’d done.
Alyssa slowly turned toward her.
“Why?”
Vivian said nothing.
Alyssa’s voice became quieter.
“Why shouldn’t she open it?”
“I said don’t.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
Vivian looked at Mr. Bennett.
“You promised me.”
He frowned.
“I promised to follow your husband’s instructions.”
“You know what he wanted.”
“I do.”
“Then you know he didn’t want this.”
Mr. Bennett leaned back.
“Actually, Mrs. Harper, I think he wanted exactly this.”
Vivian’s eyes filled with tears.
I reached for the envelope.
My hands were shaking.
I opened it.
Inside was one handwritten letter.
Three pages.
I unfolded the first page.
My eyes landed on the opening line.
My dearest Candace,
I stopped breathing.
Then I read.
If you’re reading this, then either I finally found the courage to tell you the truth, or I ran out of time.
My vision blurred.
I continued.
There is something I should have told you eighteen years ago. Something I should have told you before you walked out of this house.
I looked up.
Vivian was crying now.
Not quietly.
Tears ran down her face.
Alyssa stared at her.
“What did you do?”
Vivian shook her head.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”
I lowered my eyes to the letter.
You were never the child I had to feel sorry for. You were the child I was afraid to lose.
My throat tightened.
Your mother did not abandon you. I did not rescue you. And you were never an outsider.
I stopped.
The room disappeared around me.
There was only Dad’s handwriting.
Only his words.
Only the truth he’d been carrying for years.
Then I reached the sentence that changed everything.
The woman you called your stepmother was not the reason you believed you were unwanted. She was the person who helped make sure you believed it.
I looked at Vivian.
She covered her face.
Alyssa whispered:
“Mom…”
I kept reading.
But there is something else you must know about Alyssa.
My hands went numb.
Alyssa was born nine months after Vivian told me she was pregnant. I believed she was mine because I loved her. But after years of doubts, I learned the truth.
I looked at Alyssa.
She was crying silently.
Dad’s letter continued.
I am not Alyssa’s biological father.
Alyssa covered her mouth.
I read the next line.
And neither of you knows the whole truth about who your mother was before she met me.
I stopped.
Vivian whispered:
“Please.”
I looked at her.
“What does that mean?”
She shook her head.
“Please don’t read the rest.”
I turned back to the letter.
There were only a few paragraphs left.
The man who is Alyssa’s biological father is still alive.
Alyssa suddenly looked up.
“What?”
I kept reading.
And he has been closer to this family than you realize.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I looked around the room.
Dad had spent eleven years preparing this.
He had gathered records.
Moved assets.
Saved letters.
And apparently discovered something that could destroy more than one marriage.
I read the final paragraph.
Candace, I am sorry I waited so long. I was afraid that if I exposed the truth, you would be hurt again. But I now understand that protecting a lie only gives the lie more time to hurt you.
Then the final sentence.
Ask Vivian who was in the delivery room the night Alyssa was born.
I lowered the letter.
Nobody moved.
Alyssa stared at her mother.
“Who was there?”
Vivian didn’t answer.
“Mom.”
Still nothing.
“Who was in the delivery room?”
Vivian’s knees buckled.
She grabbed the back of the chair.
And then someone behind us spoke.
A man’s voice.
Old.
Shaking.
But unmistakably familiar.
“I was.”
Every head turned toward the doorway.
I knew that voice.
I’d heard it hundreds of times during my childhood.
It belonged to the man who had been standing beside Dad in every old photograph.
Dad’s business partner.
His closest friend.
And the person I had always been told was practically an uncle to Alyssa.
Richard Mason.
He stood in the doorway, holding his hat against his chest.
Alyssa stared at him.
“Mr. Mason?”
Richard looked at her.
His eyes filled with tears.
And then he said the words that made Vivian collapse into the chair.
“I was there the night you were born, Alyssa.”
He swallowed.
“Because I was your father.”
Nobody spoke.
Not even Alyssa.
She simply stared at Richard Mason as though the room had suddenly tilted beneath her feet.
“My father?”
Richard nodded once.
Alyssa shook her head.
“No.”
Her voice was barely audible.
“No, that’s not possible.”
Richard stepped into the room.
“I wish it weren’t true.”
Vivian suddenly stood.
“Richard, stop.”
He looked at her.
“For thirty years, Vivian.”
His voice was quiet.
“I’ve stopped every time you asked me to.”
Vivian’s face crumpled.
“Not here.”
“Where, then?”
Richard looked around the room.
“At another funeral?”
His eyes moved toward the portrait of William Harper hanging above the fireplace.
“Because that’s how this family has always handled the truth, isn’t it?”
Alyssa looked between them.
“Mom?”
Vivian closed her eyes.
Richard continued.
“Your mother told me William could never know.”
Alyssa’s voice broke.
“Why?”
“Because she was already married to him.”
Alyssa stared at Vivian.
Richard looked at me.
“And because William had already fallen in love with Candace.”
I frowned.
“What does that have to do with me?”
Richard took a slow breath.
“Everything.”
He sat down.
“I met your mother before she met William. We were young. Stupid. We thought we had time to figure out what we wanted.”
Vivian whispered, “Richard…”
He continued.
“But then she met William.”
He looked at the photograph of Dad.
“He had money. Stability. A family name. And she knew William wanted children.”
Alyssa looked sick.
“You married him because of his money?”
Vivian shook her head.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
Vivian didn’t answer.
Richard did.
“She became pregnant.”
Alyssa’s eyes widened.
“With me?”
“Yes.”
Richard’s voice trembled.
“She told me the baby was mine.”
“Then why did Dad believe you were his?”
“Because Vivian told William she was pregnant with his child.”
Alyssa turned toward her mother.
“You lied to him.”
Vivian began crying.
“I was terrified.”
“You lied to my father.”
“I was terrified of losing everything.”
Alyssa laughed bitterly.
“So you kept me.”
Vivian looked at her.
“You were my daughter.”
“But you let Dad raise me.”
“Yes.”
“You let him love me.”
“Yes.”
“You let him pay for everything.”
“Yes.”
“And then you spent thirty years telling Candace she wasn’t really his daughter.”
Vivian looked at me.
“I didn’t know how to stop.”
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