Trust
Dearest Dana,
I hope you know how much faith I have in you. I don't trust anyone — but I trust you. And I know that you will solve this, with or without my help. I trust that you will bring me home.
When we met, I didn't trust you. I was convinced that you were there to spy on me — a pawn in someone else's game. And perhaps you were meant to be one, but it didn't matter. You came out of that case with the same questions I had — if not the same convictions. And when you said that you still wanted answers, that's when I knew I could trust you.
We're the same, you and I. Our methods may differ, but the drive, the need for answers, is the same. And when you said those things, when I realized that, that was when I decided to trust you.
You're the only one I trust. Which is why I desperately want to send these letters to you, and also why I can't. They would pass through too many hands, could be seen by too many people who might use the information against us.
Still, I wish I could.
I miss having someone to trust.
I miss you.
