The husband did not let his wife into the barn for 35 years. After the funeral, she decided to come in and fainted when she saw it…

The move took just over two weeks. Sarah prepared the house for her guests. Her dream of a big, strong family was finally real.

During rearrangements, Sarah found a letter. She hadn’t seen it during her post-funeral cleaning, as it had slipped behind a desk and gotten stuck behind a cabinet.

Now, preparing a room for Lydia and her husband, she moved the cabinet and found it. “I found this behind the cabinet,” Sarah said, handing Lydia a sheet covered in David’s shaky handwriting. “I think he wrote it in his final days, for you.”

The letter’s opening was addressed to Sarah. David confessed he had a daughter. He asked Sarah to send the letter to Lydia.

Though late, it reached its recipient. Lydia wiped tears as she read her father’s words. He’d finally asked for forgiveness.

He regretted his choices, knowing Lydia would learn this too late. In the final lines, he expressed hope that Sarah and Lydia would meet, certain they’d connect.

He was right. Sadly, it wasn’t the last letter to bring tears to Sarah and Lydia. Another painful message arrived soon after Lydia gave birth.

Lydia was adjusting to motherhood, still choosing a name for her son. She’d considered naming him Victor after her father, but Sarah advised against it.

David had always said naming kids after someone was foolish. As Sarah prepared formula, Lydia tried to soothe her son, and her husband was at work.

A knock came at the door. Sarah’s gut told her no good news awaited. She’d felt uneasy since the previous night, unable to sleep.

A mail carrier stood at the door, silently handing her an envelope. His eyes conveyed deep sympathy.

When Sarah saw the letter and its sender, she knew. But she clung to hope, pushing away dark thoughts as long as she could.

It was a death notice for Michael. David’s younger brother had died in the line of duty. The brothers passed within weeks of each other, a year apart.

“I know what I’ll name my son,” Lydia said after hearing Sarah read the letter. “My father didn’t want me or my son, but there was a man who partly filled that role at times.” “Yes, Michael would be honored, and it’s a fitting name,” Sarah agreed.

Michael’s death was the last tragedy in Sarah and Lydia’s lives. They lived peacefully, raising the boy with love and care. Sarah saw him as her grandson and treated Lydia like the daughter she’d always wanted.

Their grudges faded, and they remembered only the good about David. Life taught them to love, forgive, and cherish what they had.