Alpha Tyler - POV
I opened the letter with trembling hands, the faint scent of my mother drifting up from the paper. It carried me back to memories of her gentle embraces. I studied the handwriting first, needing to know it was truly hers. The familiar curves and strokes reassured me—this was no forgery. With a steadying breath, I began to read.
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Dear Son,
My health is failing, and though you come to see me every day, I know you wait until I’m asleep. It brings me peace to know you care for me, but there is a guilt I must unburden. I am sorry I couldn’t protect you from your father’s cruelty or shelter you from the torment we both endured. You grew up in a house without love—your father’s devotion to me blinded me to your suffering, and for that, I beg your forgiveness.
I must give
