Dear Jane, April 24, 2011
Five months. Five long, torturous months of you being gone and I still cannot get you off of my mind. I think of you more than I do Frankie, well to be honest that kind of has always been the case but now he and I are extremely close to just breaking things off, we can hardly be around each other without fighting. I wish things would just go back to the way things were. I blame you shooting yourself. If you hadn't done that then I never would have avoided seeing you. You probably think I'm a coward for never seeing you in the hospital but I couldn't Jane, I just couldn't. you looked so… dead. It hurt too much to see you so broken looking and how could I look at you when I am partially to blame for you having shot yourself. If only I had been able to stick up for myself, it would have been one less reason for you to pull that trigger. I was always afraid that if I visited you in the hospital you would die on me and I just couldn't deal with that, so I just never went. Now I really wish I had. Maybe then none of this would have happened.
Yours Always
Maura Isles