Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure
A/N - First story I've written
Hey, Ben, it's Riley. Um- it's been a year, a really long year. Life's gone on, but we all miss you.
I feel kind of dumb talking to you like this. I guess it's more for me than for you. I tried to talk Abigail into coming with me, but she wouldn't.
She's having a real hard time. I've been taking care of her like you asked. The first few days it was just getting her to eat something, not that I felt like eating either. She never says much. I know she has nightmares about Cibola. She regrets every day that she never married you. It just eats her up. She sold your house. I don't think she could stand being in it alone. She sold the furniture too, except for the tea tables. She just couldn't let them go. She lives in an apartment not far from your parents. She doesn't talk about you very much, but I know you're constantly in her thoughts.
I wish I could say I was doing better. I got a job at a computer company now. Some days I can just see you walking through the door, dragging me off on another crazy adventure. I know I complained that I never got any credit, but you know something? I enjoyed being your assistant. Sure, I never got the glory, but you appreciated me.
Your parents got married again. They're doing pretty good. At least they have someone to lean on.
Mitch is in jail, and for a very long time. We went to the trial, but there was no comfort in his conviction. At least the discovery was credited to your family. Thomas Gates' name was cleared. The president named you a hero.
All that's good and well, but it doesn't bring you back. We miss you, Ben, always will.