Catherine's POV
A week after his funeral, I was going through a load of his old drawers and came across some letters, all of them addressed to Sara. Normally, I don't like to pry, but, well, he was dead and Sara was never going to read them. They were love letters, 2 for each year that he'd known her, one written on her birthday, the other on Christmas Day.
They were beautifully written, so full of feeling and care. I never knew he had such emotion in him, or that he admired her so much.
At the bottom of the drawers were another set of letters. They all looked newer than the other letters and were this time addressed to each member of the old team. Goodbye letters, short and sweet;
Dear Catherine,
I know that by the time you read this, I will be gone and you'll be packing up my office. Take what you like; I'm not going to need it now.
I'm sure you arranged a beautiful service. You always have had better taste than me. I'm sorry I never said goodbye in person, but you know, I mean knew me, I never could say a decent goodbye to someone's face. So I say it now; goodbye my friend, I'm sure that you're future holds better prospects than mine did.
All the best and give my love to Lindsey,
Gil.
I sank back; crying.