Page 2 of With Love

May 23, 2015

My Adrienne,

It’s been one month since I woke up in the hospital. They told me that I was in critical condition when they found me; I was moments from dying by the time I made it to the operating table. When I woke up, the doctors told me that I had been in a medically induced coma for three months and that it was a miracle I was alive. Two of the bullets just missed major organs and arteries, but the third, that was the money shot. They have no idea how I was able to survive a bullet to the heart, but I did. I told them that there is only one thing that could make my heart stop beating and that would be losing you. That’s how I know that our story hasn’t come to an end. I wouldn’t survive it.

It’s been four months since the last time I saw you, but it’s been far longer than that since I’ve held you in my arms. I’m such a dick. I was caught up in my own bullshit and I didn’t see that you were slipping away.

Unfortunately, I am not strong enough, yet, to be able to search for you myself. However, Travis, my PI, and his team have been working night and day to help me locate you. My hospital room has been set up like a mini command center. I don’t know where he took you after leaving his apartment, but I can only hope and pray that you’re being taken care of properly.

The doctors say that I should be able to leave in another two weeks if I keep working hard during my physical therapy appointments. It’ll only be a week more, tops. The only other time that I’ve been this determined to succeed was when I met you. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. It was the first time I really understood what it meant to be happy.

I am so sorry for what has happened. This is all my fault and I pray that it won’t be long until I have you back with me. You can guarantee I will not stop until I find you.

When I find him, he’ll wish he’d never been born.

With Love,

Your Marshall

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