Taking It To Donnie
I didn’t hesitate. I slipped the box into my tote and drove straight to Donnie’s place, my thoughts racing the entire way. He opened the door almost immediately, taking one look at me and noting how shaken I seemed. I set the box on his coffee table and explained where I’d found it. When he lifted the lid and saw the unopened letters, his expression hardened. I told him they’d never been opened, and he moved with purpose, grabbing mugs and sitting down, signaling we were about to handle this carefully and together.
Taking It To Donnie
Opening The Letters
Donnie handed me a small knife and told me to open the envelopes while he tracked the dates. As I sliced the first one open, the paper crackled loudly in the quiet room. I read the opening line aloud, introducing a man named Roger who believed he was my father. Donnie urged me to continue as each letter repeated the same name and plea. With every envelope, it became clearer that Roger had never stopped trying. Donnie noted each detail, pointing out the persistence and care behind every word written.
Old Lies Add Up
