It all started late. Castle and I were heading home after dinner.
11 March 2013
Dear Rick,
Where to start? I hope you get this. If you have, it means that your
daughter and mother have done me a favour I don't think I could ever
repay. Not being with you is something I didn't imagine I would ever
have to do. I'm so sorry about what happened with everything. It's all
my fault. I put you in this position. Being a cop, I never expected to
be the one being punished. I know it's only been a couple of weeks,
but things still haven't sunk in. I keep expecting to open a door, and
you will be there to jump out at me. I miss you so much. Everything
here is so unfamiliar to me. I feel so lonely. I keep forcing myself
to continue with my life, but I don't think I can face the world yet.
I feel as if someone's reached inside me and torn a huge part of my
life out. I don't think I can be without you for ten years. I thought
that after everything that happened, I could finally get on with life.
You're the one who helped me get through everything, and now? I'm
sorry Richard. I was the one who told you to go there. I should stop
writing. In case this letter ends up in the wrong hands.
I love you so much, and hopefully someday we can see each other again.
Yours truly,
Kate Beckett
Xo
24 March 2013
To someone remarkable,
Kate. I never thought was going to hear from you again. When I looked
in my mailbox and saw your letter, I cried. It's hard for me to admit
that I, Richard Castle, a fully grown man cried over a letter, but
yes, I was overwhelmed by emotions. That letter brought hope into my
life. A hope that things might start getting better. Kate, it isn't
your fault. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like
that bomb that went off? You remember that case right? Wrong Place at
the wrong time. It's not your fault. I miss you so much, Kate. I can't
imagine what life will bring. The first night after arriving in
Montreal, things happened, and I woke up in the gutter. Don't worry
about it. I realised that what I did wasn't going to change the fact
that you were gone. I'm living in a small apartment. One bedroom, one
bathroom, kitchen and living room. It's not my loft, but it's better
than a prison cell. I've been feeling so lonely, and hearing from you
made me feel as if you were sitting right next to me. With everything
that happened, Black Pawn wanted me to write a conclusion to Nikki
Heat. Sometimes people come up to me and ask me either "Are you
Richard Castle, the author?" or "Are you Richard Castle, the
criminal?" I spoke to mother yesterday. She told me that everyone
misses us back at the precinct. Even Gates. Would you believe that!?
It's been raining for the past five days. But the sun is starting to
come through.
I hope you are well, and I promise that the world will know the truth one day.
I love you.
Rick