"Mum?" I cry incredulously, as I stare at my father askance.
He must be mistaken. He has to be, surely to goodness.
But as he sheepishly lifts his eyes, there's something in his downcast expression that causes an unsettling doubt to quell in the pit of my stomach, making me feel a bit ill. And suddenly I'm not so sure.
"She thought it was for the best, love. In the long run." He says gravely.
And now I'm on my feet, I don't think I even intended to stand up but it's like I'm not in control of my own movements. "What do you mean? Are you.....are you saying she kept the letters from me?"
"Yes....I'm afraid she did."
Oh God no. This cannot be real. I don't want it to be real.
Why would my own mother do such a thing? Knowing how much Brett meant to me, HOW could she do such a thing?
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