Arthur POV:

I sighed buckling in my seat belt and starting my car. It's been a year since she died and I'm still not over it; but since I am starting to recover I decided that I'd look through some of her old belongings I've kept in the attic. Once I finally got home I took a beer out of the fridge before going upstairs. Walking up the cold wooden steps sudden memories flooded my mind of all the happy times we had together.

I had my hands held tight around her eyes blocking all possible vision, "Can I open my eyes yet?" She asked.

"No, not yet," I replied chuckling. She was silent for a while until I released my hands; she opened her eyes and let out a small gasp of surprise.

"Where are we?" She asked but knew too well where we were.

"Our new home," I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

A single tear rolled off my face, I guess I wasn't as over it as I thought. I set my now half empty beer bottle on the ground and pulled down the attic stairs. Dust filled the air making me go into a coughing fit. I grabbed my bottle and took a swig making it somewhat easier to breathe. I looked up into the dark room above my head and then I realized I was going to need a few more bottles. I walked back down stairs and opened the fridge, figuring I couldn't carry as many as I wanted I just took the whole case with me. Once back upstairs I took 3 out and climbed into the attic.

I fumbled around for the light string, almost tripping over a box. I pulled the string, a dull yellow light filled the room; It almost looked like something out of a horror movie. Dust filled my lungs once again making me open another bottle and take a sip. I sat on the old dusty floor; I reached for the box nearest to me, and pulled it in front of me. The first thing I pulled out was a smaller box, a box full of pictures, a box full of pictures I haven't seen before.

I figured they were pictures of her with an ex-lover since most of them were of her and a guy who's probably about my age now. I don't really have a problem with ex's which is honestly is a bit strange, and it could be because she's passed since then but this guy looks like a total douche. I mean just look at his stupid hair, I bet he spends two hours on it every day. I flipped through all of the pictures and opened another beer. Reaching into the box again and pulled out a sealed envelope addressed to me and opened it.

Dear Arthur, 1/4/12

The doctors have just told me that my condition isn't promising, I have accepted the fact that I will die soon. I know this isn't what you want, and it isn't what I want but my time has come. I need to tell you something, you should be sitting down when you read this. I assume you've already seen the pictures of me and Francis but there's something else you don't know. I had a child with him; remember that year I went to California for business? I cheated on you and I regret every single thing I did there. His name is Matthew and currently he's 4 years old. I am so sorry.

Last known contacts:

Francis Bonnefoy

459 Sunny Side Hotel, NYC

(***)495-43**

Love,

Amelia.