Mr. Bunny was inside.
I knew him immediately. His fur was worn thin across the stomach from years of Josie squeezing him. His left ear still had the crooked stitch I had sewn one night after Josie went to sleep. And on the tag were Josie’s initials written in green marker.
My hands began shaking. I lifted the rabbit and pressed him against my face.
Dust. Cedar. Nothing that smelled like Josie anymore.
But it was him. Mr. Bunny had come back.
Lily started crying.
She backed toward the wall. That brought me back to reality. She was six. She had no idea what she had just handed me.
“Lily.”
I put the rabbit down.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“You did nothing wrong. Nothing.”
“Then why did you scream?”
“Because I don’t understand how your dad had this.”
That was when I noticed the envelope beneath the rabbit. My name was written across it in Daniel’s handwriting.
I opened it. The paper shook in my hands.
Daniel wrote that he had been there the day of the accident. He had been driving nearby. When he saw the wreck, he stopped. He called 911. Then ran toward the car.
My husband was already beyond help. But Josie was still awake.
Daniel stayed beside her. He told her an ambulance was coming. But in the letter, he wrote that he believed she knew she wasn’t going to survive.
She
had been holding Mr. Bunny. Right before the end, she gave the rabbit to him. And told him,
“Make sure Mr. Bunny gets home to my mommy.”
Daniel promised he would.
I read that sentence again. And again. I could barely see the page.
He wrote that he came to the funeral planning to return the rabbit. But when he saw me standing beside the caskets, he couldn’t do it.
He convinced himself he would wait. Until I was less broken. Until there was a better moment.
But time passed.
Then, years later, I walked into his hospital room.
At first, Daniel hadn’t recognized me. Then he heard my name. He heard me speak about my husband. About Josie. And he realized exactly who I was.
He knew. All that time.
He knew who I was. He knew what Mr. Bunny meant. And still, he said nothing.
Daniel wrote that he kept waiting for the perfect moment to tell me. His illness made sure that moment never came.
So he hid the box. Then told Lily to wait until one year after his death before giving it to me. He wanted us to have time to become a family first.
The final line said:
I’m sorry I failed your daughter’s promise.
I folded the letter carefully.
Then my grief changed. It became anger.
Daniel had known. He had watched me braid Lily’s hair. Listened while I talked about Josie. Asked me to marry him. And all the while, Mr. Bunny had been hidden somewhere in his house.
He died without telling me. Worse, he had placed the responsibility on Lily.
An innocent child. The one person in the world I could never allow my anger to touch.
Coward.
That was the word that entered my mind.
Coward.
There were questions I would never get to ask him.
Was Josie frightened? Did she ask for me? What were her last moments really like?
Daniel was gone. There would be no confrontation. No explanation. No apology I could refuse.
Only a stuffed rabbit that no longer smelled like the little girl who once carried it everywhere.
Then Lily spoke.
“Are you mad at Dad?”
Her voice was tiny. She sat on the kitchen floor with her knees against her chest.
I wanted to protect her. But I couldn’t lie.
“Yes.”
Her chin trembled.
“But none of this is your fault. Not even a little bit.”
She looked down. Then asked the question that broke me.
“Are you going to leave me?”
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