![]() I don't know how often I'll be able to write, what with starting medical school and planning for my wedding. Well, kid, it's been three days, fifteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes since we graduated and I last saw you. He figured there was only one way to find out. Tate wasn't sure what to expect - or why this man Randy had chosen to share such personal items with him. Even if the penmanship had gotten sloppier over the years, his backward-slanting script was still recognizable. Overwhelmed by grief and confusion, Tate's unsure if he can bear learning how the lives of two men entwined over the years, but he reads on anyway, discovering more to value, more to respect, and most importantly, more to love about the man who raised him. The truth, about a secret romance kept buried for decades, astonishes him. Instead, he gets a lifetime's worth of letters that tell a different tale and cause him to view his father - and his family - in a whole new light. So when his father's old college buddy Randy approaches him after the service, Tate expects to hear echoes of the same. Everyone at the funeral shared the same glowing stories of a kind soul. Tate D'Angelo always thought he knew who his father was: beloved doctor, devoted husband, and father. ![]() ![]() Publishing Partners - Publishing Partners. ![]()
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