Fiona Phillips walked towards the mail box, hoping that her new computer part would come. She looked in, and shook her head. Only bills. She picked them up, walked inside, and laid them on her mother's desk in the den. Fi went to her mother's bedroom door and knocked.
"Mom, I got the mail. They look like bills. Gotta go, Carey's giving me that driving lesson, while you're in the studio today."
"Okay, thanks Fi. Love you. Don't run over the neighbor's cat." Molly jokingly called out to her daughter.
"Aw, mom. I only did that once." Fiona responded, then walked out to the driveway to wait on Carey.
Inside Molly's bedroom, Molly Phillips shook her head and thought, ' Quick wit, just like her father, she becomes more like him each day.'
Molly walked out to her desk and picked up her mail. "Credit card, electric, phone.." She stopped reading off the bills when she found what she was looking for, an envelope that read 'Musical Degrees Productions.' She dropped the other bills, and ran off to her bedroom with it, and locked her bedroom door once inside.
She opened the envelope up, pulled out the piece of paper inside, and began to read.
Dear Mol,
I miss you so much, as always. I want to be with you, Jack, and Fiona. I want for us to be a family again. I can't handle this for much longer. You know what I mean, only seeing you sporadically, and only seeing Jack and Fi grow up in photos. Hopefully, I'll be out of danger soon, and I could finally be the husband and father I never got to be. When you're in Chicago in a couple of weeks, I'll be at the Hyatt Regency Hotel, ask for John Rollings' room, that's my alias there.
I love you forever,
Rick.