The white envelope with his name on it was hard to miss in the empty apartment. Booth hesitated a moment before grabbing it and tearing open the seal. The sight of her writing forced him to pull out a chair and sit. He sent up a silent prayer that it would not be the last thing from her he would ever receive.
Dear Booth,
I'm writing this letter to apologize to you. I had no right to come between you and Hannah.
Logically, I know you are only doing what you said you would. For some reason, that doesn't make it any easier for me.
That night, on the steps of the Hoover Building, I told you I couldn't change. I think I was wrong. I think I had changed, had been changing since the day I met you. I simply couldn't see it at the time.
Logically, I also know I am leaving to escape emotions I don't really understand. I hope that someday you can forgive me for that, too.
There is no doubt in my mind, you will find me in six months.
Until then,
Bones
"Damn it," Booth muttered, flipping the page over to look for writing on the back. "There is nothing to forgive. And as much as this letter means to me, I was really hoping for a map."
Seeing nothing else of value, Booth tucked the letter back into the original envelope. The apartment was empty; no more help would be found here.
"Bones," Booth said as he closed the door to the empty apartment. "I certainly hope you are wrong about this one. Because finding you six months from now is the last thing I want to happen."
