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Part 3 - Dying Words.

The envelope sat in the centre of the kitchen table, he stared at it through the darkness. Silence surrounded him, an unexplainable pressure building within him, suffocating.

Pulling back the sleeve of his shirt, he looked at his watch. 2:04. How long he'd been sitting alone in the cold room, he did not know. His mind, too clouded for him to sleep.

Tentatively, he leant forward, his fingertips grasping the paper. He stared at it again, for a brief moment, before gently tearing it open.

Pulling out a folded piece of paper, Andrew's heart leapt into his throat.

His burning eyes scanned over each word ...

Dearest Andrew,

When you read this, I'll be gone, but not for reasons I assume you imagine. I'm not running away, I'm not hiding from anything anymore. I haven't got much time, Andrew. I'm dying as I write these words, and as my final wish, I would like you to meet your son.

Matthew Andrew Treneman.

It doesn't necessarily roll off the tongue, but I wanted him to have a part of you with him, not that he wouldn't anyway. He's the image of you.

When I found out I was pregnant, I panicked. I was scared; scared of what you'd think, of what my parents would say. We were so young, neither of us ready for children, you had your life ahead of you. I couldn't tell you and ruin your plans, even though I felt so alone.

On the eve of my nineteenth birthday, I packed a bag and ran away. I had been in contact with my Uncle, who lived in Utah, America. I asked him days in advance if I could stay with him, and I did. He helped me raise Matthew, as if he were his own Grandson, until he died.

Then, I came back to England, back with my parents, back home to London.

And I've been here for the six years since.

During these few years, a lot has happened to me. I've married, I've divorced, I've lost both my parents, and now the cancer.

I should have told you about Matthew, before it all started, I know. Both you and him deserve more than that.

As soon as I was diagnosed, I looked for you, and that brings us to this letter.

Enclosed in a sonogram image of Matthew, when I was 12 weeks pregnant. Also, there are some photos of him as a child, and one of us.

Remember that cool, summer's night, when we walked along the riverbank of the Thames? The poor camera kept falling of the bench, because you couldn't balance it properly, then a stranger who saw us, offered to take the photo. You didn't want him to at first; something to do with male pride.

Even when I'm gone, I'll remember all of this, and I hope that even with your new family, you will too.

Love, forever and always,

Kate x

Andrew didn't realise he was crying, until he couldn't see and tears began to fall onto the paper. Wiping his red eyes, he put the letter back onto the table.

Matthew hadn't had anyone for months, now he had his Dad.

And his Dad wasn't going anywhere.