Gabriel…

Six months is a long time, Gabriel.

That's how long it took you to bring down the company.

Six whole months.

Do you even know how many times we saw each other over those six months?

Twice.

You weren't there.

You didn't hold my hair back when I puked my guts out every day, twice a day for over a month. You weren't there when I found out we were having a boy. You didn't wipe my tears away when I looked at how fat I was. Didn't feel him kick for the first time, pick out a name, paint a room. You didn't get to do a single damn thing.

I pity you.

Almost.

But, yeah, I get what you were doing. Making the world a better place for our son. Safer.

That's what you told me, isn't it?

When we were lying on our my bed, just talking.

You said you were working for us, for the baby. So we were safe.

But we both know that's not the whole truth, is it?

You're doing this for revenge.

They used you, Gabriel. The company made you who you are.

You can say it's my fault all you want. You know everything I did then was an order from the company.

You've never gotten over it. Understandably, of course.

But now you want them to suffer, like you have for the past couple years…

The baby's gonna be here soon. (You didn't know that, did you?)

He's due May 14.

I'm so scared.

I know I'm not going to be a good mother. Just like I know you're not going to be a good father.

I know what I'm saying. Trust me; I've had more than enough time to think about it.

So, now, I'm going to tell you how this is going to happen.

I'm taking the small amount of things I've accumulated, and going.

This letter and this ultrasound is all you're going to get from me.

Don't try to follow me, don't try to find me, and don't you dare try to pop up in the baby's life.

I swear to God, I will kill you…

You have no idea how much I pity you right now.

But you know what?

Six months was too long.

Elle.