Chapter One Hundred and Three

Chapter One Hundred and Three

Michael’s Point of View

Sitting in my cell having just left Luke, I picked up the pen and pieces of paper that the Guards had allowed me to have and started writing letters to each of the guys... Peyton, the kids... I even wrote one for Ella.. maybe Luke can take it to her grave for me…

Thinking about it, a pang of guilt ran through me. To this day, I have never been to the place where they buried her. I wanted to go a few times over the past year, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go.

I poured my heart and soul out into each letter, writing down all my apologies and trying to explain my actions the best I could... But of course, knowing they will probably be read by the Police before I had the chance to post them, I didn't put anything in them that could shift suspicion onto the guys.

Sitting here, writing everything down made me truly realize how much of a complete and utter asshole I was to them. No wonder none of them, except Luke, wants anythi