On the computer

 

I sent this email to Kyra this morning.

Dear Kyra,

This letter might come as a surprise to you.  You probably think I don’t care, or that I have forgotten that you existed, but that is not the case.  Not a day goes by without thinking about you and what I did to you.  I know I hurt you badly and that I deserve not to be in your company ever again. 

I would like for you to meet me tomorrow afternoon at the Rudolph Vanderburg hospital here in Hidden Springs.  No agents, no family members, no hangers-on.  Just you and me, for a DNA test.  I’m not demanding or requiring that you come, but I would very much like you to.  It’s important for you, for me, and for the baby.  

Sincerely yours,

Sebastian

While I was checking my email, I got one from Neil back home in Sunset Valley. 

Hey bro,

Whuzzup?  Nothin’ much here.  My son Nolan is starting at CSG (Community School for the Gifted) and Noelle and I are still on track for a Christmas wedding.  Are you comin’?  It would mean a lot to me if you came. 

Hey, I heard Grandpa took Grandma to Hidden Springs to seek the fountain of youth.  Gramps was always a holy roller eh? 

Oh guess what?  Daisy’s engaged, to a police officer named Jeff Peters.  They started dating right after you left this last time.  Her parents pushed for a quick engagement and got it.  Truth be told, tho, I don’t think she loves him. 

Gotta go.  Nevaeh needs her bottle.  Did I tell you?  Right after Nolan was born, Noelle got pregnant again and we had Nevaeh. 

Neil

I could understand Daisy never speaking to me again after what I did, but a police officer??? Damn.