for a year.
And I’ve found you work in a place where no one knows your past.
You can start over there.
I’m just asking you one thing:
Don’t become the man you were trying to be when you were with me.
Become the man I could sometimes see in your eyes.
Eleanor.”
I read that letter again.
And then once again.
Then I really cried for the first time in my life.
Not because I hadn’t received the house.
Not because I would have lost the money.
But because I finally realized that a woman I had never loved as I deserved had worried so much about me that not even my lies had managed to stop her from still being good to me.
She had seen something in me that I myself had lost many years ago.
To a human being.
That day I left the law firm
