Emily sighed in relief. It had taken an hour, but she was finally unpacked.
She held up her favorite pair of jeans. They were still covered in filth
from the floor of the warehouse. She took them downstairs into the laundry
room. Out of habit she pulled out the pockets. A folded piece of paper fell
to the floor.
The writing was unrecognizable, but the words were in English.
My dearest niece,
Your parents will have described my being with words that are full of hatred and revulsion. I will not disagree with them; it is my wish that they view me this way. Your mother's nightmares would return if she knew how much I loved her. I wish that you would think of me as a mystery. Do not let others judge for you. One day you and I will meet again. Only then may you decide on the vulgarity they associate me with.
I have watched you since your birth. You are an amazing person. I do not try to flatter to win your love, but I must write the truth. You were born by a family of spies. It runs in your blood. Espionage is written into your genetic code. You belong in the CIA. The life isn't perfect, but you will experience so much more. I beg of you, do not ignore your calling. I will never harm you or the ones you love. Never doubt that.
Love always,
Your Uncle
Emily's eyes filled with tears. She slowly folded the note and slid it into her pocket. After she put on a load of laundry she took the note and put it in her keepsake box. She vowed to never let anyone read those words again. Her mother's nightmares would certainly return if she read what Sark had written. The easiest way out was to destroy it, but Emily found her body would not comply. It was the only proof she had of her uncle.
She pushed the box into the back of her closet and surveyed her room. Everything was exactly where it had been when she left. Her way of thinking was the only thing that had changed.
And for that, she was grateful.
AN: I know I said City of Angels was the last chapter, but reviewers kindly reminded me of something I forgot to mention. Thanks for reminding me, or else I could have kept you in suspense forever! *Duck P.S. I promise you this is the last chapter. Even if I did make another mistake.
The writing was unrecognizable, but the words were in English.
My dearest niece,
Your parents will have described my being with words that are full of hatred and revulsion. I will not disagree with them; it is my wish that they view me this way. Your mother's nightmares would return if she knew how much I loved her. I wish that you would think of me as a mystery. Do not let others judge for you. One day you and I will meet again. Only then may you decide on the vulgarity they associate me with.
I have watched you since your birth. You are an amazing person. I do not try to flatter to win your love, but I must write the truth. You were born by a family of spies. It runs in your blood. Espionage is written into your genetic code. You belong in the CIA. The life isn't perfect, but you will experience so much more. I beg of you, do not ignore your calling. I will never harm you or the ones you love. Never doubt that.
Love always,
Your Uncle
Emily's eyes filled with tears. She slowly folded the note and slid it into her pocket. After she put on a load of laundry she took the note and put it in her keepsake box. She vowed to never let anyone read those words again. Her mother's nightmares would certainly return if she read what Sark had written. The easiest way out was to destroy it, but Emily found her body would not comply. It was the only proof she had of her uncle.
She pushed the box into the back of her closet and surveyed her room. Everything was exactly where it had been when she left. Her way of thinking was the only thing that had changed.
And for that, she was grateful.
AN: I know I said City of Angels was the last chapter, but reviewers kindly reminded me of something I forgot to mention. Thanks for reminding me, or else I could have kept you in suspense forever! *Duck P.S. I promise you this is the last chapter. Even if I did make another mistake.