Aleksander Petrov
2611 Larkin Street
San Francisco, CA 94133
Alek,
I miss you, so much. When I went into hiding, the officials let me keep your leather jacket. The one that I borrowed last year and you refused to take it back. It doesn't smell like you anymore, and I miss that Old Spice scent. School must be out for you. End of junior year, huh? Makes me wonder what people back home think of me, disappearing like I did. I'm sure they will be jealous that I got into that fake foreign exchange program. At least I disappeared before they found out that I was pregnant. I lived in the background until we started dating. When we first started training together, I tried to fight it. I've been independent my whole life, so when I started having feelings for you, I was a bit unsure of myself.
I realized that we are 'meant to be' yesterday. Somewhere, deep down, I knew that our souls were connected. But, more recently, Rose, my fake aunt here, told me that the Mai can only reproduce when they are soul mates. It's mostly myth, like the ancient Mai Empathy myth, and the Uniter myth. Many don't believe it, but I'm pretty sure all the people who discredit the concept of soul mates are the ones with failed relationships. The only way I can deal with our separation is little James, kicking away in my womb.
Our baby is 30 weeks old, and I am definitely suffering because if it. My skin is itchy and stretched, my feet hurt, and I sleep on left side if I can get to sleep at all. I'm craving all kinds of fish, and cheese too. It seems that my senses have gone to the extreme; the pregnancy must be triggering my defensive instincts into being more alert. Judging by genetics, James will probably have brown eyes, since it's the dominate gene. In my current faux-redheaded state, people keep telling me that they think James will be a ginger too. I don't take it personally; these people have no way of knowing that both parents are blonde. All I can hope for is that James has your strength and bravery. Though, I would never want his life to be put in danger the same way yours is.
Speaking of sore feet, I've decided that I hate working in retail. I'm on my feet all day, and I always have to pee whenever there's a customer. And, I always have to pee. Through my job here, I've met a lot of nurses. I've been thinking about the future a whole lot recently, and I might want to become a nurse. Imagine, if there was no Uniter, what would we be doing? I can see you as one of the top martial arts masters in the US, training all the top Mai warriors. You're a few years away from pro as it is.
The Mai here have been picking up some rumors that Jackals have resurfaced in California. The descendants of other ancient Egyptian demigods are joining the Uniter. Makes me wonder, how did the information get out? Was it released on purpose? Or has our Alliance in San Francisco been compromised?
There is a 4th of July celebration in New York, another Mai convention. The Uniter is going to be there, and the Mai here in North Carolina are invited. I know you're going to be there, I don't know whether to be excited or worried. I'm excited to see you, but I'm scared of everyone finding out who I really am. Members of the Order have been getting arrested all across the world. It seems that the Mai and our Allies have infiltrated the United States Department of Defense, and maybe even the United Nations. This is good news if you ask me, but Rose has enforced extra precautions.
I'm no longer allowed to keep these letters that I've been writing. I had to burn my box letters that I've been writing. Once I'm done writing this, I'll have to burn it too. Rose got me a special can of pepper spray that has a secret button that triggers an electro-magnetic pulse. That way, I could shut down any unwanted electronics such as cameras. I keep five knives hidden, one on each wrist, one in each boot, and one hidden in my belt. I feel like people are watching me, but I think it's just people staring at my overly pregnant stomach.
If everything goes well, you should be seeing your overly pregnant wife soon.
I love you, and I miss you.
Chloe.
Clover Hunt
407 S Van Buren Rd. apt 5C
Eden, NC 27288