Chapter 14
Sofia’s letter went into my desk.
Not an archive.
Not displayed.
Private.
One night I reread the line about Clara not owing herself to the family.
Then I wrote another letter.
For Clara.
Not instructions.
Not leadership advice.
One sentence:
You do not owe D’Angelo your future because you inherited its name.
I sealed it.
Then laughed at myself.
More letters.
Families hiding wisdom in drawers.
I changed my mind.
May you like
I planned to tell her when she was old enough instead.
Truth should not always wait for death.
