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Dear Bee,
how have Michael and you been? I hope you weren’t all too worried for me.
You don’t need to be concerned, I know I just vanished without an explanation (honestly you should be used to that by now), but I’m not in danger. I understood some things about myself and I found out that I can’t stay with you.
Writing it like this feels so cold, sterile, but it’s the only way I can do it without breaking down.
You have to know that I love you and I love Michael and I would never just give you up, Bee.
Believe me.
I won’t tell you what happened but I can’t stay with you, especially with our little one, because I might hurt you.
You can’t always protect both of you, so what happens if I forget? If I loose myself?
We can’t risk it.
I know you won’t stop worrying until I tell you where I am, so I might as well do it right away (not to mention Sam would have told you anyways). I’m at Pandora’s vault. He locked me up.
I’m a prisoner.
Please don’t get mad at he though, Sam really didn’t want me to go in there, but he had a favor to repay and I made he do it.
And, well, now I’m here.
It’s not too bad, I have my memory book and I can still write letters, so hopefully you can still reply too.
Tell Michael that dad loves he and that dad wants to come home but he can’t. And tell he that I’ll be there when he grows up and he’s going to be happy, even though he doesn’t see me.
You’ll always be my family, please forgive me.
Understand.
I hope you haven’t already forgotten.
I miss you.
Love, Boo
P.s.: dadza would murder me if he knew how much paper I’ve waisted by drafting this letter, so keep my secret? (/j)