Friday
Elliot was running late as usual. He had just come home from a five day work conference in Boston. It had been hard since Kathy's death. His kids were now without their mom. He was a widower. Elliot always hated that term. Few months prior to Kathy's death he and Kathy had talked of divorcing. When they came back from New York they were going to be filing papers. He had even planned on looking for a new apartment when he was in New York for a work meeting. Italy was always for Kathy. Elliot had always hated being so far away from his kids and his friends. New York was his home.
It was his own fault with Olivia. He left ten years ago without saying goodbye. He never reached out. He was back in New York and he was still scared to reach out. He hadn't talked to her in three months. Every day he dialed her number. He just always hung up before entering the last number. Occasionally he would drive by her apartment hoping he would have the courage. But he never did. Maybe part of him was now punishing himself because he felt he didn't deserve a second chance.
Elliot had to go through his mail. Usually it was just bills and junk mail. One day he would love to receive some good news. As he stood in front of his recycling bin he kept throwing more away. Finally at the bottom of his pile he saw a sealed envelope with no return address.
His instincts said throw it away. It could be some crazy excon from his years in SVU. What stopped him was the handwriting seemed familiar. Elliot couldn't remember from where. He walked to the couch to open the letter.
Elliot -
I decided to write you a letter since every time we see each other we are pushing each other away or arguing. I miss you. The past three months not talking seem longer and harder than the ten years you were gone. You are home now however you seem so far away from me. Having you in my life for even a few months again reminded me how much I need you in my life.
I hope there is a part of you which also misses me. Maybe selfish to say. But the bond we share I have never felt that pull towards anyone else. I meant what I said. You are and have always been the most important person in my life.
I'm reaching out to try again. We both have lost a lot over the years and I would love it if we could lean on each other as we learn to heal. I want you in my son's life. I want you in my life. If you are willing to try again please meet me Saturday at Wagner Cove in Central Park at 8pm.
Olivia