The day I got the letter...that day was one of the worst days of my life.
I remember our wedding day, it was amazing. We wanted the doctor there but there was no way of getting hold of him.
We kept hoping that he would just know or would see us in the future and come to it in the past but he never did.
That was the best day of my life... The second best day was when we found out she was pregnant. That was amazing news... We didn't know who to tell first, we both thought of the doctor, we wanted him to know but we knew he may never show up again.
But that letter ruined my life. I told her not to go back, but she said that it was just an office job and that they wouldn't let her go out until after the baby was born and she was back to full health.
She insisted she was fine for one mission.
That morning was the last time I saw her alive. I told her not to do it and to say she changed her mind but she wouldn't.
I never saw my baby. We didn't even know it if was a girl like we were hoping it was.
I think back to the day we found out and how happy we were, I hold on to that memory, there are no photos. I knew we should have taken photos of it, there are two whole albums from just the ceremony from our wedding god knows how many photos there actually are. Every day I look through them photo after photo.
I know it won't bring her back; I can't even bear to say her name it hurts too much.
I love you so much, please someone let this letter be a mistake, tell me she's not gone, tell me it wasn't me burying her, tell me she's only around the corner waiting for me, tell me it's a girl she was carrying, tell me it's not real.
It is with great regret that I am writing to you to inform you about it the tragic events that lead to your wife tragic demise.
That line was the worst thing I have ever read. I wish I'd never read it and waited those three days she was away for her to come home, I want her to be home, she would be 6 months pregnant now.
We would have the spare room fixed up for the little one, yellow or pink, we wanted to know before it was born so people could get us the stuff we needed and in the right colour.
Why did this happen to me. Why?
The doctor could have saved her, but he wasn't there, I should have never let her go back to them. we were fine by ourselves, freelance worked for us.
It was the inhabitants of the planet of Eden who caused the death of Martha Smith-Jones. The meat eating plants were growing too fast, Martha was not the only one to die. I'm sorry I had to tell you through a letter and I know this won't bring Martha back but I offer my condolences to you and your families.
I know Martha was pregnant, and I had said that she shouldn't join any missions until she was done with her maternity leave, but she insisted. I found Martha's' body and the image will never leave me.
I knew Garrett was trying to explain how she died but I didn't want to know. I just wanted her back, my Martha, I wanted her back.
