Mr. H.J. Hawks,
My name is Annie Hendrix, and despite everything you may have heard, I am very sorry for the loss of your son, Hayden. I want you to know that Josh will always remain in my heart, but also know that there are things keeping me eternally parted from him.
Last week your son was killed in St. Bernard's Hall, where my father worked for many years. I was there in the basement. I felt my life, your son's, Joshua's life and the life of my dearest friend were in danger that night, and so, in protection of our lives, I shot and killed your son, Hayden.
I do not ask your forgiveness for my actions, for I am quite sure that I will never be able to forgive myself for the events which proceeded that night. I only ask that you know, and that you morn for your son.
I wish that I could be of more service than my short, and abruptly rude letter, but to see you and your sons in person might kill me, something I would regret, for I have found a reason to live.
Wishing you only the best,
Annie Hendrix