I really don't know how to address this letter. Should I call you Sir, or DI Lynley, or Inspector, or Lord Asherton? One thing I do know is that I can never let myself call you Tommy.
I guess in the end it doesn't matter what I call you, you are not going to read this and, even if I found the courage to send it to you,
you wouldn't care about anything I have to say; you've made that perfectly clear.
So what, you might ask, is the point in writing this to you? Truthfully? I'm not sure if I can answer that.
All I do know is that I have got so many conflicting emotions bottled up inside of me right now, and if I don't find some way to release them I seriously believe I might go insane.
I'm sorry Helen died. I'm sorry that it wasn't me. I'm sorry that I was unable to save her; I honestly did try my best, but I know you'll never believe me.
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