Dear Nichole,
I saw you today at the playground. I swear. You were there, on the swing with your mom pushing you. I tried to call you but, you didn't hear me. When I told Lisbon she said that there wasn't anything there. I know you were there. I saw you with my own eyes. You looked so beautiful with your light brown hair. Your sea blue eyes were sparkling with laughter. I would give anything to be one more day with you. Your mom saw me. The look she gave me was murderous; haunting me. Her eyes sending the message of hate and I could hear her voice. "It's all your fault." Over and over again. Ringing in my head. I was thankful when you both left the park. Even though I couldn't see your mom. I could still hear her voice. She's battling with my sanity. She's winning. She use to be beautiful to me. Now she's a monster. Just do one thing for me baby girl, don't listen to her. Don't become a monster like her. But what the sad thing is that I still love her.
Love, Your father
11/2/10
Patrick Jane walks down the street, tea in hand,toa park bench. Hoping to see his lost family again. Because even though he was horrified to see his family, he still loved them. And would do ANYTHING to see them, even if it was for only a couple of moments.