Dear Dad,
I’ve made contact. It sounds funny, doesn’t it. The even funnier part is when I was asked for an introduction, I found myself giving a name influenced by yours. No, I didn’t use yours. I’d never do that. I took a name from my past, and paired it with what I’ve become.
What I’ve become. That hardly begins to describe what happened. I changed because of what was done to me, but you couldn’t see it, could you. I showed Grey, peeled away the layers of my disguise. He was taken aback, as I knew he would be, but when he realized while my body may no longer be what it was, the important part was still the same. My mind, and my soul.
It has to be, right? For you to have recognized me as you did, there has to be at least a little bit of my soul left. He couldn’t have taken it all from me. I need to believe that, because if I don’t, then I am no better than the monster that took me away from everyone I loved.
I haven’t told Grey any of this, about my worries or fears. I don’t want to burden him with it. Discovering that thing wasn’t me was hard enough on him. But keep Her safe until I can get what’s mine back. When I figure out how to do that, then the hunt is on.
Time for me to go. I’m meeting one of my new friends, and we’re going to go shopping to buy her some things. She’s been homeless, so she doesn’t have much. Heh, it sounds a lot like what Lyla did for me.
Speaking of Lyla, I saw her yesterday. She and Chaska won their fight, and drove off the bad guys. They’ve decided to set up shop in Santa Fe. Lyla and I are going to be keeping in touch, and if there’s any message you’d like me to pass along, I’ll gladly do it. She still hasn’t forgiven you for what you did. I’m afraid for her, Dad. I can’t tell you why, or what it is, but it’s there. I don’t know if you care, and if you don’t, that’s fine and understand. I know exactly what kind of bitch she is and can be. I just needed to tell someone.
I’d ask you to say hello to everyone for me, but I know that you can’t. I miss you all.
Love
Rey