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Letters never sent
Lynne,
For these last ten years, I’ve loved you like my own daughter. Watching you grow, watching you come to the precinct just to visit it, it made me day. I know Jowd loved it, too. He was just doing his job when he protected you, but after how quickly you wanted to become a police officer after that, I know you meant so much to him.
I’m sorry I vanished so suddenly, and I hope dearly that you are still alive.
I wish I could apologize, that I could make things right, but I can’t now.
All I can do is hope that this letter reaches you, and if it doesn’t, that the Professor can explain everything. He knows everything—he’ll tell you the truth. It won’t be easy to hear, but you deserve to know what really happened. About Jowd, about that day in the park, and about me.
You were so young when it happened, you’ve probably blocked it out, but I want you to know that none of this is your fault.
Please take care of yourself. I believe in you; you’re a fantastic detective, even as a rookie. You’ll do fine without me.
Goodbye,
Cabanela
Professor,
If you are reading this, it means I’m dead. It wasn’t because of the situation we were researching, and I’m afraid there’s very little you can do about this. Know what happened happened because of circumstances I take full responsibility of.
I don’t even know if you’re alive, but I’m going to pray that if I survived the explosion, you did, too.
With the information the two of us have gathered, we will be able to clear Jowd’s name in death.
Please make sure all of it is taken care of. Kamila deserves to know that her father is an innocent man.
Cabanela
[There isn’t a name addressed on this letter.
It’s smudged in places, and looks like it’s been stained by something wet in other places.]
What does a man say to his best friend when he knows both of them are dead?
Ten years went by so fast that I don’t know where it all went. Five of them spent trying to prove your innocence. I still don’t understand it. Why did you claim you killed Alma? Why did you refuse to find another way to solve the situation; why were you willing to die to protect your daughter, even when you knew it would leave her without any family at all?
I never did tell you my feelings. What a fool I was, and now it’s too late. You were my best friend, and because of me, now you’re gone.
Yomiel forced me to do it. Whether or not you know that now, I don’t know. Maybe you died thinking I betrayed you.
I’m sorry. I hope, wherever you are, that you can forgive me for failing to prove your innocence, and for causing your doom.
I love you.
George
For these last ten years, I’ve loved you like my own daughter. Watching you grow, watching you come to the precinct just to visit it, it made me day. I know Jowd loved it, too. He was just doing his job when he protected you, but after how quickly you wanted to become a police officer after that, I know you meant so much to him.
I’m sorry I vanished so suddenly, and I hope dearly that you are still alive.
I wish I could apologize, that I could make things right, but I can’t now.
All I can do is hope that this letter reaches you, and if it doesn’t, that the Professor can explain everything. He knows everything—he’ll tell you the truth. It won’t be easy to hear, but you deserve to know what really happened. About Jowd, about that day in the park, and about me.
You were so young when it happened, you’ve probably blocked it out, but I want you to know that none of this is your fault.
Please take care of yourself. I believe in you; you’re a fantastic detective, even as a rookie. You’ll do fine without me.
Goodbye,
Cabanela
Professor,
If you are reading this, it means I’m dead. It wasn’t because of the situation we were researching, and I’m afraid there’s very little you can do about this. Know what happened happened because of circumstances I take full responsibility of.
I don’t even know if you’re alive, but I’m going to pray that if I survived the explosion, you did, too.
With the information the two of us have gathered, we will be able to clear Jowd’s name in death.
Please make sure all of it is taken care of. Kamila deserves to know that her father is an innocent man.
Cabanela
[There isn’t a name addressed on this letter.
It’s smudged in places, and looks like it’s been stained by something wet in other places.]
What does a man say to his best friend when he knows both of them are dead?
Ten years went by so fast that I don’t know where it all went. Five of them spent trying to prove your innocence. I still don’t understand it. Why did you claim you killed Alma? Why did you refuse to find another way to solve the situation; why were you willing to die to protect your daughter, even when you knew it would leave her without any family at all?
I never did tell you my feelings. What a fool I was, and now it’s too late. You were my best friend, and because of me, now you’re gone.
Yomiel forced me to do it. Whether or not you know that now, I don’t know. Maybe you died thinking I betrayed you.
I’m sorry. I hope, wherever you are, that you can forgive me for failing to prove your innocence, and for causing your doom.
I love you.
George