PORT CHARLES, NY

Sonny Corinthos sat alone in his penthouse staring at a photo taken long ago. He sat alone sulking thinking of his family. Sam and Lila were out of town for the weekend. Something about a girl's only trip to New York. As for Kristina, she was scouting colleges with her mother. He couldn't believe how the years had gone by. He could remember just yesterday when they needed him. But now his little girls were all grown up. That thought brought him to think about his other children, Michael and Morgan. Michael would be about 25 years old and Morgan would be around 18.

After the divorce Carly had just took the boys and ran off. He wondered if they still remembered him. He wondered about a lot of things. How did they grow up? Was there childhood great? Did they have another father figure in their life? The thoughts started to consume Sonny. In times like this there was only one remedy. He went upstairs into the closet and pulled out the only thing that helped ease his pain of thinking about his lost family.

He kept a family album in the closet. He would look through the album and reflect on the good old days. A time far away but not forgotten. He could still hear Michaels giggling as a boy and the way she smelt. Roses he thought. Thoughts of his ex- wife constantly plagued his mind.

In his effort to get the album he clumsily knocked down Sam's stationary box. She usually kept pictures of Lila in there and scrap. He bent down clumping the photos together, trying to organize them before putting them back in the box. While packing them back in the box a small envelope addressed to him fell out.

Sonny eyed the envelope warily. That wasn't Sam's stationary nor hand writing. So why would she have a letter addressed to him in her box. He picked up the envelope and examined the handwriting. The neat penmanship. Sonny recognized the handwriting almost instantly. Carly, he thought. But why would Sam have a letter from Carly?

He looked at the envelope more closely and notice the seal had been broken. He got an eerie feeling in his gut as opened the envelope and taking out the letter.

September 29, 2005

Dear Sonny If your reading this letter your probably wondering why I left right after the divorce. Your probably thinking that this is a deliberate attempt to hurt you by keeping you away from the children but that is farthest from the truth. I sat here at this desk over and over again trying to write this letter, but every time I tried the words wouldn't come out right. I kept telling myself that this was for the best. That you had other priorities that you needed to address to. And I was doing this to give you time. Us time to heal before I came back. But the weeks gradually faded into moths. I'm writing this letter as closure. I don't want to be bitter I want us to a least be friends for the children sake. We are tied together now more than ever. The children miss you everyday. I know we parted on civil terms but there was still a lot of negativity floating around us. What was done was done. I forgive you. I realized that you are only human and humans make mistakes. Just like I have done. I need you to forgive me for what I feel is the biggest mistake I have made…….

Sonny looked at the letter. There was something missing form it. It stopped abruptly. What was Carly trying to say? He needed answers and he need them now. Not bothering to finish packing the box, he rushed out of the penthouse with the letter in hand with a new task at hand.

BROWNSTONE

Bobbie and Adie stepped into the house after a long flight from LA. After saying there goodbyes to Michael and Morgan they boarded their flight for Port Charles. The jet lag was starting to catch up with them from the long flight.

"Hey honey why don't you leave your luggage here and I'll have them taken up later. You look tired, why don't you go up and rest?' Bobbie suggested.

"I guess you right Grams. Don't want to be tired for the big occasion. Which room is mine?"

"First one on the right." Bobbie responded. It had been a while since she had felt useful. Lucas was grown and moved out and she hardly had had the time before to fly out to see Carly and the kids, and now this. No one else in the family even new yet. She sighed and headed into the kitchen to make herself some tea. Her mind thinking back to the phone call that changed her life.

30 minutes later Bobbie sat on her living room sofa looking through an album she got from the house in LA. It had pictures of the kids growing up. Bobbie chuckled despite herself; Carly sure had a knack for scrap booking. A tear escaped from her eyes as she reflected on her daughter. They hadn't started out right , but they had gotten there along the way. She loved her daughter and missed her terribly. She wouldn't wish the loss of a child on her worst enemy. Thoughts of Carly brought back BJ and when she first lost her. She had lost both her girls.

Persistent knocking on her door disturbed her from her thoughts. Bobbie wiped away her tears and answered the door. She frowned at the sight of the man before her. "What do you want? " She asked

" Hello to you to Bobbie" Sonny replied

"Im sorry if im not in a chit chatty mood today Sonny so make it quick what do you want?" Her relationship with her ex-son in law had never been the greatest but deteriorated over the years since Carly had left. She blamed Sonny for the heartache he brought to her daughters life. And she harbored a lot of resentment towards him from the absence of his kids life. Well most of them. He seemed to be doing well with his bastard children.

"I need answers and only you can give them to me" He stated holding up the letter Bobbie looked at him warily but motioned for him to come in .