For 18 years, my son received a mysterious envelope every birthday—when he finally opened the last one, he discovered who had been sending them all along

secretly sending them. The same place where he wondered if they were from his father.

Now the truth lay before us in my father’s handwriting.

There was one final note in the lawyer’s envelope that Adrian had missed earlier. A short message from Thomas.

“Harold asked me to stop after your 18th birthday. He said by then you would be a man and would not continue reading …