Good Morning, Arizona! Kaleb Richardson (essential books to read TXT) 📖

Dear Elle, my sweet angel,

Ms. Elle Daisy turned Mrs. Elle Hendricks. Today, I act on vengeance. Today I act on behalf of you. I know in your heart; you would never want me to do this if it was just revenge for you. But things didn’t go as planned, my love. This evil man used his manipulation and wealth to act on our daughter in the same way he acted on you. But this, this included his son. A young evil man who used his learned manipulation on our daughter. Then attempted a murder on her as she was on her way to graduation. Even using his manipulation on me, acting as if he was my friend, under the pseudonym “Tate.” I was blind, and he used me to get closer to Heather. For that, I apologize. I should have been smarter and should have allowed myself to think logically before trusting a man who would lie through his teeth right to my face. For all the evil they committed, I will take care of it. And I will succeed. There are 17 bullets in Harry’s gun. Evil man will get the most, the evil boy will get the remaining, and there will be one for me. This one round will reunite me with you again, my beloved. I will have peace. Solace. And I will be able to once again, have my soul rest with yours; just as we did on this living world. I have missed you, and I will see you again. Right after the evil in this world that has haunted our family, has been taken care of. Heather, I know you are reading this. I love you and please read your letter. Please burn this piece of paper and collect its ashes. Gather them and place them inside your mother’s urn. This will unite the letter to allow her to read it. I love you, Elle.

Love,

Your Husband, Cordy

Cindy had come up behind me while I was reading. We looked at each other and did what was asked. We burned the paper in a small colander to collect the ashes. We let the paper burn out and dumped the ashes into my mother’s urn. We hugged and I cried yet again. I never got to see the love my dad and mom shared but after reading this letter, I can tell it was something different. Something special. I love you both, mom, and dad. I’m happy you’ve been reunited. Look over me. Protect me. Guide me. But, my letter? Dad wrote me a letter? I guess tomorrow is another day.

16

Six Weeks Later

People usually say living with someone can really determine your relationship. I believe that. And I believe that Cindy and I have a successful roommate relationship so far. We’ve only been at each other’s throats two days out of 42. It’s been really good. I’ve been really happy with CiCi. We’ve been living our best lives so far in San Diego. I’m actually excited to start school. Rewind a while back and I hated public schools, but the atmosphere here is crazy cool. Cindy and I are really having the time of our lives! We went to campus a couple of times to eat and just walk around. We’ve both been a lot better about Derrick, and I’ve gotten better about my dad. Except I have yet to receive my letter. And dad’s ashes. They are supposed to come soon, so are Derrick’s, so that’s good.

Cindy and I both managed to get jobs too! Cindy is working at a restaurant on the beach, I always mess up the name. I think it’s called Gotcha Hungry, or Catcha Hungry. I wish it was easy to understand but knowing all these random ass names for restaurants nowadays, who fucking knows. Anyways, my job is following in my father’s footsteps. I’m an assistant at a news station, a local FMFL San Diego station. Surprisingly good pay for an assistant and part time too. I enjoy my job and that’s what matters. I’m really enjoying my life. Can I say it enough? What makes this all even better is learning from FMFL that every single one of the M’s, except Myan, were arrested for assisting sexual assault and are going to jail for a long time. A LONG time. They’re all 18 so they were tried as adults. I also heard Mr. O’Keefe was the lawyer for the plaintiff. Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

I actually didn’t bleed too much from my procedure. The 6th week ended yesterday I believe, so I’m in the clear from any surprises. I hope. It was one hell of an experience though. There were times where I felt guilty, and times I felt good about how it went down. I did experience vomiting and some severe stomach pains. It felt like I was on my period and on someone else’s for them. I was able to power through it many days. FMFL gave me flexible hours when I told them what I went through. If I ever felt pain at work, they’d give my work to someone who was most available and give me an hour to recover. If I felt better, I returned to work. If not, I left. My boss was really understanding. I’m very thankful for that. Even if I feel regret at times, I know that I did the right thing by stopping the Gladys family tree and keeping my family off it.

I saw that Cindy was making some food for us. I had just gotten home from work, but I was off about an hour ago. Grabbed some groceries and other essentials for the week. I believe Cindy had today off. I walked into the kitchen to start talking to CiCi, but she started first.

“How are you, Heather?”

“For once, Cindy, I’m good!”

“Feeling better? Not