10 . Letter to a stranger

To you, the one that I don't met yet, the one who are already all for me, to you, my child.

I write these few lines so that the day I will be gone you still have something from me. I often add an object in this little wooden box that I intend for you, I will add this letter that you will read one day, or that your father may be read if he could find the strength to do it.

You don't know how much I would be with you at this moment, how I dream of you , both sitting on a huge comfy chair , laughing and whispering secrets of ear. But you have to know my heart that I 'm here with you , in your heart and in your father's, I know that he love you as much as I do. I don't know if one day hewill have the strength to love another woman, to offer you a mother , but if this is the case , love her, love her as if she was your mother. You will then be brothers and sisters , with whom fight sometimes , but you 'll have to protect them and support . I know I 'm asking a lot , my child, but you gotta watch your father that he must continue to love and to live, as I continued to love and live through you.

I know the feeling of being abandoned, of losing a loved one would like to be his arms, which we want to hear the voice and see the smile every day , but unfortunately life is like that my child.

Nothing made me more happy in my life to have met your father and that this love I have for him is born as a wonderful person you are.

I have not had the pleasure of meeting you, but I feel you in me grow every day . I know you will become a good person, because you have as example in this life of soeone loving and caring person, a right man, the ost wonderful person that I had met in my life. Don't forget that he will always take care of you , he will protect you from all dangers, you can always count on him and he will never stop loving you with all his heart . As I am writing you these few lines.

I only ask one thing my child, take care of your father because he will need you as much as you need him. If I 'm not here today to continue to watch over him is because I wanted him to be happy with you, that he can knows you , loves you and raising you. That he could be the father he always wanted to be , because I love him so much, just like you. I love you my child and I will never stop loving you .

Your mother,

Julia

The young man swallowed hard finishing reading the letter written by the hand of his wife. He did not want to read it at first, but after seeing a few lines, he was unable to prevent them from continuing thereafter. He felt his heart sink a little more with each word. Julia wrote this letter because she thought did not survive childbirth. She already thought she would never see their children grow day after day even if she reassured him that everything was fine, that they live happily all three, that they would see their little blonde head running into the post office number four, hiding behind the office of the Inspector Brakenreid and climb on the back of George.

But William realized at that moment that he was deluded. Julia had always known she would not have the right to happiness. She must have known from the first day she could die, she would simply die.

He recovered quickly, not wanting to let the tears flow sprang into his eyes. He carefully closed the diary and stroked a few moments the purple cover. He closed his eyes before he remembered why he was there. He returned to the cabin because his wife had forgotten her shawl while they were on the way to the restaurant. He insisted on going alone, leaving her with their friend who was in a better frame than the day before. He had briefly searched the trunk, taking the hand of a white cloth, when the little book fell to the ground. William had picked up, realizing that it was open on the last page written by the hand of Julia on this page that returned the heart and filled with sadness.
He put the book in his place and left the cabin, dark minds, lost in his thoughts.

He found Julia and Detective Guillaume at a table in a corner of the restaurant. He paused for a few seconds on the other side of the room to see his wife who seemed beaming. When he met her gaze, he smiled shyly and walked toward them.
-Thank you William, Julia murmured when he put the shawl over her shoulders.
He did not answer and she frowned before speaking again.
-Something is wrong honey?
-The investigation concerns me, nothing else.
She smiled softly and kissed the corner of his lips before he fell her chair so she could sit.

The dinner took place in the greatest calm. William spoke a little, Julia ate a little, Guillaume drank a lot.

And inevitably, the conversation comes to the investigation, the last items they had in their possession on the progress that made Julia with the young woman. On numerous interviews that the two men had done. When suddenly, William noticed a big smile and a furtive glance from his friend. Sat in front of him, he realized that it was not addressed to him. He slowly turned and thought he saw the space of a second a face he knew. Once again. There was no dream. Sally Pendrick was on the ship and the detective seemed to know her. He then turned to him and tried to speak when he did the first.
-Let's Will, I miss my wife, I'm just having a good time. There is no harm in that.
-What is the name of this woman?
-How does this affect you?
William stood in a leap, which left puzzled his wife and friend.
-Is she blond? Blue eyes? About 1 meter 72? A birthmark below the navel?
-Yes, yes, indeed. You know her?
-It doesn't come to your mind that maybe it would be the culprit?
-She seemed very charming.
-William, Julia threw feeling jealousy comes in her heart, who is this woman?

He did not answer, looking forward to the young woman. He wondered how he was going to tell her, as he would justify the fact that he knew this detail on the body of Sally Pendrick without she coming to the wrong conclusions. He couldn't tell her that he had seen her naked, he was close to succumbing of her charm, he had believed to see her the first day on the ship and that he had said nothing.
Julia stood up slowly, giving him a look that let bode well. Then he turned to their friend and spoke.
-What is the number of the cab?
-I took her in mine.
-Well, sighed William, Julia, you're going back to our cabin.
-Not until you're all told me, offended his wife.
-I will do there, come on.
He gently took her arm and she obediently followed, against the heart. They quickly came to the small room. William left the key he had in his pocket and opened the door. He let Julia enter in, then, when she noticed that he was not followed, she turned.

-Stay here and don't open to anyone, simply William whispered before closing the door.
It happened a second before Julia rushes and tries to open it. But the key had been turned, she was locked up.
-William, opened the door, she shouted angrily.
-You will be safe here, 'replied her husband on the other side.
-Let me out. You do not have the right to shut me up.
-I do it to protect you.
-WILLIAM, growled again Julia drumming door.
-Forgive me, he whispered softly against the wood.
-WILLIAM, WILLIAM! Continued to scream the young woman. I beg you do not do that.
-I love you, he said simply before walking away.

He heard her a few seconds screaming his name and hit against the door, before passing the corner of the corridor, but he didn't look back, determined not to yield. He didn't find anything better than this to protect her. She would no doubt be anger, but she was alive and that was all that mattered to him.

To be Continued...