The Storm
LANDON P. FITZROY, ESQ.
My Green-Eyed Girl,
Wish I could deliver this to you myself but seemed best to send it through the mail.
Don’t worry, I’ll be back in SMB before you know it, just giving my father some time to cool off.
Which, I have to admit, is a slightly humiliating thing for a grown man to confess, but … well, you’ve met my father now.
You probably understand.
I hope you understand.
And I am so sorry about that whole fucking scene, Lo, could cut my own heart out over it, honestly. Believe me, if I’d had any idea he was going to show up—if I had any idea he even knew where I was—I never would’ve let that happen to us. To you.
Did I mention the sorry part? The cutting my own heart out of it all?
I know you said you were fine after he left, but I saw your face.
Tell me how to make this okay, baby. Anything it takes, I’ll do.
You want to sink the boat? Hell, I’ll drill a hole in the bottom myself.
Let it sit out there next to the Rosalie.
You know that was my great-uncle’s boat, right?
Probably where the Fitzroy legacy truly belongs—not in the halls of power, but at the bottom of the goddamn ocean.
You’re the most important person in my life right now, Lo. Bar none. There’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do for you. Sink a boat, tell my father to go fuck himself … I think I’d probably kill someone if you asked me to.
Who am I kidding?
I know I would.
Write back, please. Or call. Your mother has said you’ve been out both times I called this week, and I really hope that’s true, that you’re not just avoiding me or … Christ, I don’t even want to write it, but if you’re done with me, I wouldn’t blame you.
I might not bother saving myself when I sink the boat, but I wouldn’t blame you.
Write me, Lo. Call me. Please. I didn’t realize just how bright you make every single day of my life until I had to imagine a life without you in it. Too much darkness to contemplate. Even the bottom of the ocean couldn’t compare to that.
Put me out of my misery one way or the other, will ya?
Love ∞
L