July 16, 1993
Dear John,
Well, I guess I was right about the baby. It was yours. I'm not mad though. I might be a little relieved. I know that you and Marlena really love each other, and you'll really love this baby. If it had been my dads baby...I don't know, because he and Marlena barely saw each other, and he wasn't really being very nice...if it was his, well, I just think that would have turned out worse. That would have been a sad life for a baby. You know? So, I'm happy you're the one.
My Dad is very angry. He's said some really awful things to Marlena, and I've heard some of the stuff he's told Uncle Bo, and Grandpa, when he thinks no one else hears. He won't say it in front of Grandma, though, because it's too nasty. I never wanted to think that my Dad could treat Marlena this way, but he is. He's staying at the pub right now, but he's forcing Marlena to move out. I don't know why, since he's leaving Salem anyway. Why can't he let her have the house? He's just being petty and malicious, because he's just going to sell it.
Victor came by yesterday, when I was at the house, and talked to Marlena, but I don't know what it was about. When he left she looked like she'd been crying again, but she seemed relieved, too.
I hate to put this on you, because I know that we're not your family anymore, but we really need you. We love you, and I think Marlena really needs you to love her right now.
I love you,
Carrie
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Dear John
FanfictionA series of letters written to John in 1993 by various people in his life, begging him to come back to Salem.