I don't know when you'll get to read this, or even if you will. It's one thing to write it, it's another to get it to you without the worry of it landing in the wrong hands. It's the same worry that's been paining me over other letters to people on the outside. People like your tutor.
You're a very smart girl. I want you to know that. And I want you to know that I'm sorry for the some of the situations you've had to see me in. It's not your fault, and since we met, you've done nothing but help me, and I thank you so much for that.
The thing is, there are some bad people in this world, just like the creature from our story. And it is my belief that you and I are both stuck in the middle of it. You don't have to listen to a word I'm saying, but if I am to disappear one day, like that pixie, I need to know you'll have some kind of answer, even if it be a truth that draws a tear. I never had answers. I need you to promise me that if ever you feel endangered from your Mum, or your Uncle Cameron, or anyone, I need you to be brave and just walk away, because somewhere out there, there will be an angel that will find and rescue you.
You'd do that for me, wouldn't you? Because just like your tutor, you need to keep safe. And the pixie's going to do everything he can to protect you, but if ever the time comes, some effort may be required on your part. And just so you know, Uncle T loves you. He's waiting to finish the story.
T.
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