I don’t feel bad for saying that I think we can both agree that the whole hanging out in the crawl space thing was odd. She once told me that you were perfect for Rex, but I didn’t get it. One last note to know that you mattered to me. Storm gets a letter, Rex does, but you need one too. I write this knowing full well that my time and luck are running out. It’s not tied up nice and neat with a bow as I might have wished, but I’ve been running close to the edge for years at this point, and no one can be lucky for this long without there being consequences. The burden’s been tough, and I’m sorry to pass it along to you and Rex. What I uncovered was more than any one man could have ever anticipated. I never believed it was a simple hit and run. When she died, I set myself the task of figuring out why she was killed. It truly saddens me that I will not be around to see that day because if you’re reading this letter, that means I’m dead and gone, and hopefully, I’m with Rene. There will come a time when my son finally realizes that he’s fucked up by not righting whatever wrong he did that split you up.
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