James writes letters to his estranged son, but no answer arrives for years.
One day, his son Andrew sends a picture with a message demanding James stop trying to make contact.
Unable to hold himself back, James drives to his son’s house to meet him, only to discover that Andrew might not live for long.
James was restless. Once again, it was another feeble attempt. James sighed deeply as he licked the stamp and stuck it on the envelope addressed to his son Andrew.
They had been estranged since James’ late wife’s funeral.
Despite James’ attempts to mend his fractured relationship with his son, Andrew rejected all his efforts.
That day, James collected the piles of bills from his mailbox and sat back, throwing the envelopes on his coffee table. That’s when one particular letter caught his attention, and his heart leaped…
Rubbing his eyes, James tore open the envelope and pulled out a Polaroid.
“ANDREW!” a heartfelt whisper escaped James’ lips as he saw Andrew was smiling at the camera with one arm wrapped around his wife. Their two little sons stood proudly, flashing their best smiles.
James’ eyes grew moist, and hoped his son had finally forgiven him.
But when he flipped the picture, hoping to see a lovely message from his son, he got to see something else.
Something that made the blood drain off his face.
“James, you’ll never be a part of this family. Stop sending me letters. And soon, nobody will be here to receive them at this address.”
“What?
Are they moving somewhere?” James immediately thought.
Several thoughts haunted him. Andrew had reached out after years of no contact. James suspected something was still missing in the bigger picture and decided to meet his son.
Andrew lived an eight-hour drive away, and James was ready to take that drive.
The next day, James was driving on the highway.
Long drives offer a chance to think about everything that’s happened in the past. The truth is, he could never blame Andrew for cutting all contact. It was James’ fault.
Ten years ago…
“What the hell is going on over here?” a scream startled James, who had been fully focused…on a woman’s bosom.
With a racing heart, James sprang from his bed and pulled his pants up, quickly approaching a furious Andrew in the doorway.
“Andy, son, it’s not what you think… I…I was just….” James stuttered.
“I can explain.”
“EXPLAIN WHAT?? That you’re in Mom’s bed…cuddling with your secretary?” Andrew barked and stormed out as James followed, his face reddened with embarrassment.
“Son, please don’t tell your mother. I’m sorry,” he begged.
“I’ll not tell Mom you were here, banging your secretary while Mom’s rotting away in the hospital bed,” Andrew seethed.
“I’ll never tell her that her husband is a piece of SH—”
“Andy, I’m sorry. I…I was just…” James rushed an apology, unable to meet Andrew’s eye.
“Get out of my sight!” Andrew fumed. “I want you to go to Mom…and be by her side.
You’ll hold her hand and tell her how wonderful she was. And this stays between us.”
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