Chapter 18 - The Letter from the Dark
Five incredibly peaceful, beautifully happy years heavily passed without a single, completely toxic disruption to our massive, deeply joyful lives.
Victoria grew into an incredibly brilliant, completely fiercely independent little girl who brought absolutely immense, completely unadulterated joy to my entire world.
One incredibly rainy Tuesday morning, a heavily stamped, completely official letter arrived directly from the massive federal maximum-security penitentiary.
I instantly recognized Julian’s incredibly sharp, highly arrogant handwriting on the incredibly cheap, heavily worn prison envelope.
He was completely desperately trying to heavily establish contact, heavily claiming he had completely found extreme, deep religious salvation behind bars.
He heavily begged for a completely massive, entirely unearned second chance to officially build a highly supervised relationship with his beautiful daughter.
I stood in my incredibly bright, completely safe kitchen, heavily looking at the deeply toxic, highly manipulative words completely written by a total monster.
I did not feel an incredibly massive wave of absolute panic, nor did I feel an incredibly heavy, deep surge of violent anger.
I felt absolutely, completely nothing but extreme, highly satisfying, deeply absolute pity for the completely pathetic, heavily ruined man sitting in a concrete cage.
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I calmly walked over to the massive, industrial paper shredder heavily resting in the corner of my incredibly secure home office.
I completely fed the unread, heavily toxic letter directly into the sharp steel blades, completely destroying his pathetic, incredibly desperate attempt at manipulation.
