The first one is dated the sixteenth of September, 2023.
Who they were from.
My son.
I had him in the March of 2006. I was eighteen. He was adopted and I have never met him and I signed everything there was to sign.
My husband knows. My children do not, because they are nine and six. My mother knows and we have not discussed it since about 2011.
And Freya has known since 2013, which is about three years into us being friends, and which she got out of me in a car at about one in the morning and has never once mentioned since unless I did first.
In the September of 2023 he turned seventeen and he went through Larkmoor, which is the agency that handles it, and he wrote to me.
The first letter came to my house on a Tuesday.
What I did in September 2023.
I rang Freya.
Not my husband, who was upstairs. Freya, who was eleven miles away and who had a key because she does my post and the cat when we go anywhere.
