Dear Eddie,
I promised you that the last letter I wrote would really be my last.
But the thing is, I’m beginning to wonder who you actually are. My friend Tommy recently asked if I thought you might have had something to do with the accident. I dismissed the idea out of hand, only now I’m not so sure.
Was it you who came to my office today? Was it you I saw at a traffic light last week? And if it was, why? What are you doing?
Eddie, do you know exactly who I am? Why I never came back to England?
Are you the person I’m afraid you might be?
The chances are, you’ll read this and think, What is this girl talking about? Why won’t she leave me alone? Is she out of her mind?
But what if that’s not what you’re thinking? What if you know exactly what I’m talking about?
I just keep wondering, Eddie. I just keep wondering.
Sarah
