"I never wanted to see you dead, Destiny. Never."
Destiny stared at the pile of envelopes.
"Matthew? Next time, just send a card."
She still didn't want to see him. Her doctor advised against it. Her family had just about banned it.
So here she was, re-reading the last lines of the latest note he'd given her.
Some messages were quick and easy -short scribbles on postcards about what happened in the week. Others read like diary entries. Those were sealed in expensive-looking stationary.
Most of his words threaded their way into her thoughts. Matthew showed parts of himself that Destiny never knew existed. She hadn't known there were times she'd pulled him away from suicidal thoughts. She didn't know he had dreams about Drew. She wondered if five years were really enough to bring two people together.
Destiny placed the stack back into its drawer.
I'm getting better.
She knew she was. She'd made friends, looked forward to family visits, and found that reading Matthew's words no longer drained her and made her days blur.
"Miss Evans. It's almost nine-thirty"
"Thank you, Sister Janet."
Destiny watched the young woman leave and twisted to turn off her lamp.
She sank into bed, eyes on the balcony doors.
I'll be home soon.