“Mr. Meyer” Alex Stewart greeted me politely.
The boy stood 5 feet and 9 inches tall. He had spiky blonde hair and a lean body. I read his brown eyes through his half-rimmed glasses. I didn’t dare put down my gun.
Alexander Stewart: Lizzie’s best friend and the father of my granddaughter.
“Lizzie told me to give you something. We need to talk Mr. Meyer” Alex talked rather calmly like there was no gun pointed at him.
I lowered my gun and nodded for him to go in. He sat on the stool I provided him and I sat on my couch. I cocked my eyebrow. He cleared his throat.
“Lizzie wrote letters for you Mr. Meyer”.
“I didn’t receive any”
“She waited for the right moment"
“What do you mean she waited for the right moment?”
Alex didn’t respond but slid an old box across the table between us. I reluctantly took it. For Mr. Joseph Meyer was written on the box’s lid. I looked at Alex sceptically.
“I think it’s best for me to stay with you Mr. Meyer. Lizzie would like that”.
I opened the box. The letters were clustered by date. I took the oldest one dated September 13, 2003. This was the day my wife Heather died. I unfolded the letter and read it out loud.
BINABASA MO ANG
Elizabeth Fern
Teen FictionFeel free to comment on each Chapter. tnx! It was raining that day. People all stared at me, as if they’re waiting for me to break down. Truth is, I really do want to cry my heart out but I can’t. I can’t even speak. It’s as if there’s a huge lump i...
