With trembling hands, Ethan picked up the wedding ring and the letter. The act of opening a letter was so simple, but his hands kept trembling as if he had Parkinson's.

Brent said in a low voice, "Mr. Miller, let me do it."

It didn't matter that much whether he read the letter or not. Everyone had already guessed the ending.

Still, Ethan took out the letter in terror and agony. The familiar handwriting came into sight.

In the past, she would write him letters in secret when he was out on bus