Dear Celina,



It's been far too long since I've written and I hope you can understand why it's taken so long. After the ordeal at the factory, I was fired the next day and spent several days looking for a job, which took me weeks to secure. It isn't a very good job, and the pay is very low, but I can keep our daughter alive and that is my first priority.



Speaking of Adrielle, she hasn't been quite the same without you. It's been almost a year and she still cries every night, and spends the day looking as though she is one of the living dead, like in those stories that you read. She's still as beautiful as ever, but her beauty is one of a melancholy nature now.



Everyone else seems to be doing well though. Mrs. Patterson down the road got another cat. She loves those silly things so much. And old Mr. Rodriguez seems to think that he's being watched again, he can be so funny sometimes.



The house is colder without you.



Patrick came to visit last week, and he still refuses to let himself wear anything but black. He thinks it would dishonor you somehow. He can be so foolish. He still thinks that you won't come back. But I know that he's lying, you'll be back someday. I think he may have corrupted Adrielle though; she keeps vanishing during the day, and I think she's going to your supposed grave.



She should know better though, I tell her that you're coming back, and she insists that I am a liar. I hit her once, but all it did was make her call me an abusive, and insane parent.



Out of curiosity my dear, when are you coming back? I haven't heard from you in quite some time, and I'm starting to worry. I need to see you again, if only for a moment, just to prove that I'm not insane. They just keep telling me that I am, but I promise that I'm not.



They never believe me! The idiots!



When you return, then they'll see the error of their ways. I'll have every right to have killed that man for insulting you. He didn't believe me when I said you would return, and then he said that you were dead! The nerve of that man!



But I know, and you know, and that's what really matters right?



I love you Celina.



Yours,



Desmond