Love Letters from the Past

Summary

It was my birthday, and my wife, Margaret, was out celebrating. Not with me, of course. She’d taken our son to a party for Leo Vance, a promising protégé from her research lab.

I was at home, packing a suitcase and signing the divorce papers that would finally end our charade of a marriage. That’s when I found it, tucked away in a dusty corner of the closet: her old phone.

The screen flickered to life, showing a single, unsent draft. A love confession, written to me, from a seventeen-year-old Margaret.

I went to delete it without a second thought.