As I set down the pen, tears streaming down my face, I felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over me. Writing this letter was more than just an outpour of guilt; it was a promise to Sullivan's soul and a testament to the love that would never fade. Even in his absence, I vowed to be the voice that spoke up for those who struggled, those who felt trapped in their despair.
And as the night began to close in, the room felt less like a tomb and more like a sanctuary, filled with the lingering essence of my son, reminding me that despite the tragedy, his spirit would forever echo in the lives of those seeking solace in understanding. I may have failed Tyler in his time of greatest need, but through this letter, I hoped to honor his memory and ensure that in this world, no one else would ever feel unseen.