My dearest Christine,
My heart is breaking. Do you realize how much you are leaving behind? You have left the Opera Populaire to turn back to Carlotta as soprano. Have you even thought about what that will do to us? Not only will this be absolute torture to everyone employed at the Opera, but it will be torture to the patrons as well. After hearing your angelic voice, surely no one can be content listening to Carlotta's aging cackle any longer. M. Firmin and M. Andre are terribly afraid that the Opera will go under. Can you do that to the Opera with a clean conscience? Can you do that to the Opera that you love so much, the place in which you were raised. And think about what it would do the ones you love so much. Can you really do that to all the dancers, chorus, everybody? And what about mother? She has been so loving and kind to you. Not only will she miss you terribly, but if the Opera closes, she will have no where to go. Can you do that to her? And what about me? Am I not your friend, your sister? You are to me. I miss you terribly. I realize that you thought it was necessary to leave. I can't blame you for that. The love you share with Roaul is precious and worth being protected. But Erik's gone now. I don't know where he's at. It pains my heart to know he's gone, but at least you can come back. Please return to us.
Yours truly,
Meg Giry