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The big twenty-five. I wish I was with you to spend it with you. This is the first one I’m missing, and I don’t like the feel of that, baby.
I got you a gift or several. I filled your half of the closet with clothes I know you’ll love with the help of some old ladies, and I bought you a Range Rover. I know you’ve always wanted one. It’s waiting for you, just like I am.
I hope you're having a good day, even if it means being with someone else.
I hate the thought of anyone touching you, but I know deep in my heart that you are mine, and no one's touch will feel the same.
Come home to me, Pixie; I’ll be waiting for you always.
I love you.
Your Lucas x
I sniffle as more tears fall, and I put the letter back, placing it in stack of letters I’ve already read, but there’s still so many more to read.
Shaking my head, I move to pick up the box, knowing I’ve had my fill, when my phone rings beside me on my bed, and I quickly answer it.
“Hey, Alex,” I whisper with a croak, my throat hurting from my sobbing.
He sighs. “I take it you’re reading some more of his letters?”
I sniffle and admit, “Yeah, this one was from my birthday. He was willing to let me live my life and wait for me.”
He hums and says, “I’d bet my Harley the next letter straight after that one he takes back his words.”
I raise my brow and state, “Really?”
He hums, and I decide to call him on it. I grab the next letter and read it out loud.
“My Dearest Pixie,
I wrecked my bike again and may have fucked up my leg.
The thought of anyone touching you sent me in a spin.
I want you to be happy and in love, but I want that with me; no one else can have you. Please don’t try to move on with someone else, baby, please. Eight years is a long time to love someone, and letting you go is impossible.
I’m drowning, baby, and Mom and Dad can see it. I’m scaring them, but all I can think about is you. I can’t breathe, Ken, I need you.
Come home, baby, please just come home.
I love you.
Your Lucas x.”
I suck in a breath at his words.
“Well, my bike isdefinitely safe. Fuck me…” Alex rasps, and I wipe my tears.
I gently put the letter with the other one I’ve just read and whisper, “He called Aunt Shelly Mom….”
Alex takes a deep breath. “I heard, darling, and that, fuck, that is a big step for him after his momma bounced.” I sniffle, and he whispers, “Please tell me you’re not going to break him, Ken. You’re my cousin, and I love you, but every time I call, you’re in tears after reading a letter, and I’m guessing they all express how much pain he is in, pain we all missed. Please don’t hurt my brother, Kennedy, please.”
I don’t say anything for a moment, my eyes on the box of letters that I still haven’t finished reading through, because there are so many. I can’t get through two without blubbering.
“Look,” he says, “I am always on your side, you know this, but darling, I probably would have made the same choice he did if it were Quinn. You buried a body, Ken. People think the fucker is on the run after so many girls came forward claiming rape, but the body is still behind your family home. He’s done what he thought was right to save you, to stop you from being locked up. He loves you, Kennedy, and I have had to watch my brother fall into a deep depression….” He sighs. “Dad mentioned he thought he was suicidal.”
I squeeze my eyes tight. I love that he’s calling Crow Dad, but I hate knowing Lucas went down that route, just like I did.
