I found him on his knees, tears running down his face. You have to know my brother to understand why that caused near heart failure in me. The last time he cried our father had died.

When I laid my hand on his shoulder he whimpered Brian’s name. That made me so angry. Brian had nearly destroyed my brother. Destroyed everything and 3 years later, 3 fucking years!, he’s still hurting my brother.

Dom turned his coffee color eyes on me and offered me the letter. At first I was beyond angry How dare he do this now How dare he!! But then I read the letter again and what stood out was one of the last lines,

~You probably thought you’d never have to hear from me again after all I haven’t written in 2 yrs not since the night before they took me to jail.~

When I asked Dom about the other letters he just turned this blank look on me. I had to ask twice and point out the sentence. When he whispered that he never got any, I hurt for him. I also wondered why he would have gotten this one and none of the others though I had my suspicions.

I think Dom did to cause suddenly he took off down the hall. I found him in Letty’s room going through her drawers; clothes were being tossed all over the place. I watched for a couple of seconds when it hit me. I missed 2 years of my niece’s life because Dom didn’t get those letters that’s when I headed to the closet.

See when we first got here Letty was obsessive about the mail. She was also pissed as hell at Brian and hurting cause Dom had chosen him over her. I found the letters in a box in the back of the closet. There had to be more then 40 of them.