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Dear Martin,
It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. I don’t blame you for not wanting contact with the past. The things we went through were punishment enough, and the sight of me probably wouldn’t help at all.
I’ve never…I’ve never thankedyou, Martin, for protecting me that day when Dad tried to hurt me. You took all his rage and will bear the scars he gave you for the rest of your life. I have to live with that, but you, even more so.
You hate him as much as I do, I know. But time has eased some of that rage in me, especially after the birth of Sam. She is my light, Martin. The one good thing that I’ve done in this world.
As I lie here, dying, I think of you and know you probably need that light, too. If I know anything about you, it’s that you hate yourself for being the spitting image of Dad. But just because you share his genetics doesn’t mean you are him.