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The Name on the Golden Tag / Chapter 6 / 10

Chapter 6: The Truth Angela Left Behind

Marcus did not speak for several seconds.

The words Emily had just said remained between them.

“She never stopped waiting for you.””

He looked at the photograph in his hand.

The younger version of himself stared back, frozen in a time when he still believed there would always be another day to make things right.

But there hadn’t been.

There had only been years.

Years of believing a lie.

Years of building a successful life while an entire part of himself existed somewhere he had never known.

“Where is she?”” Marcus asked again, his voice lower this time.

Emily looked away.

The sadness in her expression answered before her words did.

“My mother passed away six years ago.””

Marcus closed his eyes.

The pain was immediate.

Not dramatic.

Not loud.

Just a quiet devastation that settled deep inside him.

Six years.

He had spent six years living in the same world as the woman who had loved him, while she was gone.

“She was sick,” Emily continued.

“But even near the end, she never hated you.””

Marcus looked at her.

“How?””

Emily wiped her eyes.

“I asked her that once.””

“What did she say?””

“She told me, ‘Anger is easy. Love is harder.’”

Marcus lowered his head.

Angela had always been like that.

Even when life hurt her, she found a way to forgive.

And somehow, that made his guilt heavier.

The woman in red, Claire, stood silently behind them.

For the first time in years, she had nothing to say.

No explanation.

No excuse.

No way to control the situation.

Marcus turned toward her.

“Where is the letter?””

Claire looked at him.

“I told you. Your mother has it.””

“Then we’re going there.””

Emily looked surprised.

“Now?””

Marcus nodded.

“Yes.””

She hesitated.

“Why?””

“Because I have already lost twenty-two years.””

His eyes moved toward her.

“I’m not losing another minute.””

Those words were the first thing Emily heard from him that felt like a father speaking.

Not a businessman.

Not a stranger.

A father.

But she still didn’t know if she was ready to accept him.

The drive to Marcus’s childhood home was quiet.

Emily sat in the passenger seat, holding the old photograph in her hands.

She studied the younger Marcus beside her mother.

There was something painful about seeing proof of a life that almost existed.

A life where she might have grown up with both parents.

A life where birthdays weren’t filled with questions.

A life where she didn’t have to wonder why she wasn’t enough for someone to stay.

Marcus glanced at her.

“I know you probably hate me.””

Emily looked out the window.

“I don’t hate you.””

He seemed surprised.

“I should.””

“No.””

She looked back at him.

“But I don’t know you.””

That hurt more than anger would have.

Because it was true.

“I want to change that,” Marcus said.

Emily didn’t answer.

When they arrived, Marcus’s elderly mother, Evelyn, opened the door.

The moment she saw Emily, her face changed.

She knew.

Immediately.

“Oh my God…”

Emily froze.

“You knew.””

Evelyn’s eyes filled with tears.

“I always wondered if this day would come.””

Marcus stepped forward.

“You knew?””

The disappointment in his voice was impossible to miss.

Evelyn looked down.

“I’m sorry.””

“Everybody keeps saying that.””

Marcus’s voice cracked.

“But nobody tells me why.””

Evelyn slowly walked to a cabinet.

From inside, she removed a small wooden box.

Her hands trembled.

“This belonged to Angela.””

Emily stopped breathing.

Evelyn placed the box on the table.

Inside was a folded letter.

Yellowed with age.

Still sealed.

Emily stared at it.

Her entire life had led to this moment.

Marcus looked at the envelope.

His name was written on the front.

Not printed.

Handwritten.

By Angela.

His fingers shook as he touched it.

“She kept this for me?””

Evelyn nodded.

“She believed you would find your way back.””

Marcus looked broken.

“And you let me believe she left.””

Evelyn closed her eyes.

“I was wrong.””

The room became silent.

Then Emily whispered:

“Open it.””

Marcus looked at her.

She nodded.

“She waited long enough.””

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Slowly, Marcus broke the seal.

And began reading the words from the woman he thought he had lost forever.

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