And the original copy of my dad\u2019s will.<\/p>\n
The envelope felt heavier than it should have as I held it in my hands. Mom sat across from me at the kitchen table, her fingers wrapped around a mug of tea that had long gone cold. She watched me carefully, like she was waiting for some kind of reaction but didn\u2019t know what to expect.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d I said slowly, turning the envelope over in my hands, \u201cwhy does this have Rylan\u2019s name on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed deeply, leaning back in her chair. For a moment, she looked so small, so fragile, like the weight of whatever secret she\u2019d been carrying was pressing down on her all at once. \u201cOpen it,\u201d she said softly. \u201cYou\u2019ll understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
So I did.<\/p>\n
The letter inside wasn\u2019t long\u2014just a single page written in Dad\u2019s unmistakable scrawl. It started simply: To my son Rylan, and already my stomach twisted into knots. Why would Dad write to Rylan instead of me? Or Mom? Or both of us?<\/p>\n
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