My Dearest Lord Cain,
I hope that this letter finds you well, and that your life has returned to normal, or at least has the semblance of it. I never got the chance to fully express my gratitude to you for saving my life, so I would like to take the opportunity to do so now with all my heart. You did what few men would possess the courage to do, and for that you will remain a hero in my eyes forever more. Your manservant also displayed great bravery, and I pray every single day that he is alive and back at your side right at this very moment. I know that you cared for him greatly and it would be a shame to discover that he sacrificed his life for a nobody like me. I didn't deserve to be saved, but God clearly decided that it wasn't my time.
I am now living with my great-uncle and aunt in Boston, and they have come to love me like my very own parents. I miss them dearly, but it's better for all if I stay here in the States where they don't ask questions and everyone can have a fresh start. The baby was born only two weeks ago; a healthy baby boy with a full head of dark hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes when I look into them, I can see a hint of golden green staring back at me, and I feel as if I can see you again. His name is Michael, after the archangel, and I hope that it lends him the strength to fight off any evil that may come as he grows up. I like to think that you would have made a proud father and would teach him how to be a proper gentleman, but I know that we cannot always have what we want, so I can only hope that this news brings you even a small amount of joy and that you will remember our brief time together as I do. We may never see each other again, and I realize that I may sound like a hopeless girl in love, but just know that you will always have a special place in my heart, and that your son will be well taken care of whether you choose to be a part of his life or not. I do not expect you to officially recognize him as your son and heir, but please do not turn him away if he decides to look for you, nor hide the truth of his origins. This is all I ask of you.
Yours truly,
Liliana Emerson
Cain looked at the piece of paper in his hands one last time before he folded it up carefully and placed it back into the envelope from which it came. He set it on the side table next to him, and with a serene smile, he put on his overcoat, picked up his top hat and walking cane, and walked out the door towards the home of Madame Octavia the fortune teller, and towards his final destiny.
THE END
Author's Note: OMG, it's actually finally completed! I thought I'd never see the day! Feels somewhat bittersweet now . . . hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you all so much! Read & review por favor!