The next few weeks flew by pretty quickly, Letty and Lindsay worked all day at the diner and retired in the evenings to Carl's, the bar they had partied at the first night. Letty quickly became the reigning champion at darts, accepting any challenge offered. Wins and losses were met in good fun, and the general atmosphere of the joint was good. She hadn't seen Lance around, something she was both relieved and saddened by. It was true, she was attracted to him, but the memories of Dominic were still too fresh; she still loved him after all.
In the mornings, she would shower, make coffee while singing along to the radio, and scramble up some eggs. It was kind of nice, leading a somewhat "normal" life. One morning, as she bent down to scoop up the paper, she noticed the red flag up on her mailbox. Treading the gravel path carefully with bare feet, she pulled the envelope out of the mailbox and headed toward the house. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she turned it over. Los Angeles, California. Dominic Torretto. Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to read it, but at the same moment she dreaded finding out what he had to say.
Hey, Letty. Thanks for the letter. I was so happy to hear from you. I'm not really sure what to say in return. I love you, and I want you to know that. I know I don't always pay you enough attention. Sometimes, I can be a real ass, and I'm sorry. Things are okay here, just really different without you. I haven't been to a race since you left. Vince and Leon went on Saturday, and everyone came back here to party. I really wasn't in the mood. Truthfully, Letty, I can barely breathe without you here with me. Whatever it is you are doing, please come back soon. I love you with every part of my soul, please come home to me.
Dom
Before she knew it, the paper was littered with tear stains as she choked on her sobs. He really did need her; he really did care that she was gone. The sentiment meant so much to her right then. She knew that she could not go back, though, at least not yet. First, she had to straighten herself out; figure out what she was really going to do. Then, maybe, she could think about going home.