Harper pulled a letter from her pocket and thrust it at Griffon.

“If Taya hadn’t left you this, I would never have told you anything.”

After stuffing the letter into his hand, Harper walked away from the graveside.

Griffon stared blankly at the paper, then unfolded it.

[Today, Griffon said, “Don’t think I’ll love you.” It turns out that he really doesn’t love me.]

Regret filled him.

He remembered that night. He had said such harsh words because he had been angry and ...