Baby, your father is alive. He didn’t die, like I told everyone. He knew I was pregnant with you, knew from the very beginning, but he didn’t want to be a father. He didn’t want you, didn’t want me… didn’t want any of it.
And when I was scared and alone and needed him most, he just turned his back and walked away like we meant nothing. I told everyone he died because I was ashamed. I didn’t want people to judge you or treat you differently. I wanted you to grow up loved, not pitied.
“I need you to know the truth.”
I know his name, but that’s all. He didn’t leave us anything else. But, baby, none of this is your fault. You’re good. You’re pure. You’re mine. And I love you more than anything I’ve ever had in this world.
There’s something else, sweetheart. I’m sick. The doctors say I don’t have much time left.
I’m recording this now because I want you to know the truth someday, when you’re old enough to understand. I’m hiding it in your bunny because I know you’ll keep him safe.”
“The doctors say I don’t have much time left.”
I couldn’t stop crying as Nora’s final words reached across time to comfort her son.