Dear Anakyn,
My beloved daughter, I have so much I wish to tell you. There is so much you don't know about. Sitting here I watch you play with the paper towel role as thought it were a saber and my heart melts. Only two and you are already taking after your mother. I know you miss her so much, but you must know the truth. Unlike you will probably be told. Her death was no accident. It was entirely my fault, and for that I can never make it up to you.
We were only suppose to be out for a dinner. We were celebrating your first birthday as an all to familiar voice rang out. I had no time to react to save her. She had thrown herself in front of us to save you. I watched helplessly as the bullets ripped through her body and as her blood sprayed you and me both. When everything was silent I actually looked up from my darling wife's dead body to look at you and cried as I saw you, innocent and naïve, calling for your mom. You didn't even notice her blood splatter on your face.
The day she died, a part of me died too. I knew I could not live completely knowing that this was all Darius L'Orange and Seevej's revenge for my having a very cSeevej's wife, Amelia, killed. His children were suppose to be killed too, but Donovan did not have the heart. Mark my words, he will never make it as a mobster.
Anakyn, baby, please, promise me one thing. Promise me that you will never let the family business end up killing your family. I know now I may never live to see my grandchildren, because of stupid mistakes I've made. I love you, my angel, and wish the best of luck and that your dreams come true.
Love,
Your Father, Carlos Dmitrivich