I unfolded the letter with shaking hands and began to read.
My dearest Naya,
If you're reading this, then I'm gone. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry I had to leave you. I'm sorry for so many things.
There's so much I should have told you. So much I kept hidden because I was afraid. I was ashamed for the most part because I didn't live the perfect life everyone thought I lived, and I desperately wanted to protect you.
But secrets only grow heavier with time. And now I'm running out of time to tell you the truth.
Your father is not Logan Rivers, who is my husband.
The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. I blinked them back and kept reading.
His name is Terry Ryker. He was the love of my life before everything went wrong. Before I made mistakes that I've regretted every single day since.
I met him when I was twenty-three, just starting my acting career. He was different from anyone I'd ever known—strong and kind and so full of life. We fell in love fast. Too fast, maybe.
