Dear Tyler,
Sofia told me you two have been talking. I'm glad. She hasn't stopped smiling for three days, which is unusual for a fourteen-year-old.
I've started this email maybe twenty times, so I'm just going to say the true things as plainly as I can.
I knew your mom a long time ago, and I cared about her very much. When I heard she'd had a baby, I wondered. I asked her once. She told me you were Eric's, and I believed her, or I let myself believe her, because I thought it was the decent thing to do and because I thought you had a family that wanted you. I'm not going to pretend that was only noble. Part of it was that I was twenty-four and scared too. I should have asked twice. I'm sorry I didn't.
I don't want to take anything from you or from your parents. I'm not writing to ask for anything. If you want to know about my side of things, about my family, about where some of you comes from, I'd be honored to tell you. If you want to meet, I'd like that very much. If you never want to hear from me again, I'll understand, and I'll keep my word about that. I'm good at keeping my word. Ask your mother.
Whatever you decide, I hope you know none of this is your fault. You didn't do anything except be born and get curious, and both of those are good things.
Daniel