My Mother Made Me Serve Drinks At My Brother’s Wedding

me. My God. She’s been slowly poisoning me with the very medicine meant to keep me alive.

I had to stop reading. A raw, guttural sound escaped my lips. Colleen put a steadying hand on my shoulder.

“Ma’am,” she said gently. “There’s still the letter.”

With numb fingers, I tore open the envelope addressed to me. It was his last letter.

My Dearest Haley,

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