Becky POV
I opened the envelope. Somehow, I wanted to scream and go away. I didn't want to face what this envelope contained. They could be twisted words of a mentally frail man, words that, instead of closure, could give me even more nightmares. The idea of facing a situation like that was scary, but I needed to be brave and face reality. Bobby was sick, and his final thoughts were whatever he wrote on those pages.
I spent some time reflecting on whether to keep my sanity or sate my curiosity. Like the i***t masochist I am, I took a deep breath and unfolded the paper. I guess curiosity won over my self-preservation.
“Dear Rebecca,
A man's life without a woman who is meant to keep him in his center is not worth living. The voices in my head always told me that you were my salvation
