Part 2
I sat motionless with the envelope in my hands while Samuel kept watching the house from the car window. Outside, Arthur was playing with that little girl as if she had been part of his life forever.
The little girl hugged him tightly and called him “Daddy” again. I felt my chest breaking, but my son grabbed my wrist again. “Not yet, Mom,” he repeated with a calmness I had never seen in him. I took a deep breath and opened the envelope.
Inside was a letter written by Arthur several months ago. It wasn’t addressed to me, but to Samuel. The first few lines left me completely bewildered. “If you are reading this, it means you remembered Sophia again before I could tell your mom everything.”
I kept reading while my heart pounded. Arthur explained that six years ago, during a volunteer event organized by his company, he met a little girl who had just been orphaned after an accident.
No one in her family wanted to take care of her except a very young aunt who could barely support her. Arthur started helping them with groceries, then with the girl’s schooling, and without realizing it, he ended up becoming the only father figure Sophia had ever known.
That was already difficult to understand, but what followed was even more painful. Samuel had met Sophia during children’s therapy sessions organized for kids going through family trauma. From day one, they became inseparable. He always said he wanted to protect her because she cried a lot when she talked about her father. One Sunday, while I was visiting my sick mother, Arthur took Samuel with him to deliver some medicine to the little girl
. That day, Samuel drew the four of them together and wrote the word “family” underneath. When Arthur saw the drawing, he tried to explain to him that things weren’t that simple. Samuel, with a child’s innocence, tore the paper in half because he didn’t understand how the same person could be a dad in two different houses.
The letter ended with an unexpected confession. Arthur admitted he had made the worst mistake of his life by hiding that story from me. He didn’t do it because he had a relationship with Sophia’s aunt, but because the psychologists had insisted for years that any sudden change could emotionally affect Samuel.
Every time he tried to tell me the truth, he found a new excuse to postpone the conversation. Fear eventually turned into a lie. “
I know that when you find this key you will think the worst,” he wrote. “But I prefer you hating me for staying silent over losing the chance to keep helping a little girl who was never to blame for anything.”
I looked up just as Arthur stepped out into the yard again, accompanied by the woman and the little girl. Then something happened that none of us expected. An elderly woman got out of a taxi holding a blue folder in her hands. As soon as she saw our car, she pointed toward us and began talking hurriedly to Arthur.
He turned his head, saw us parked in front of the house, and completely lost his color. Without a second thought, he started running toward us while shouting my name. Samuel rolled down the window and murmured with a serenity that froze my blood.
“Mom… she’s here to tell the truth about the accident.”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about. Arthur arrived panting next to the car and opened the door before I could react.
“Please, listen to me for five minutes. After that, you decide if you ever want to see me again.”
I wanted to respond, but the elderly woman was already walking toward us, holding that folder against her chest.
“Daniela, you deserve to know who caused Samuel to stop speaking for almost a year,” she said with a cracking voice.
I felt the world crashing down all over again.
Part 3
The elderly woman introduced herself as Teresa, the biological mother of the woman who cared for Sophia. She asked us to come inside the house because that conversation couldn’t happen on the street. I agreed only because Samuel was still holding my hand tightly and, for the first time since we left home, he seemed calm. As soon as we sat down in the living room, Teresa opened the blue folder. Inside were medical reports, photographs, and a legal file dated six years ago.Then I understood why Samuel kept repeating that Arthur already had another family. He wasn’t talking about an affair. He was talking about the day both children survived the same accident.
