Breakdown // R. Bortuzzo

Epilogue

Robert,

I'm sorry it came to this. Me leaving you. Me avoiding you, not answering calls. Now I really just can't handle it any longer.

Please take care of my mother. She loves you like a son. As does my father.

I wish I had the strength to reach out but I can't.

I love you so much it hurts, Robert. I'm sorry I hurt you too.

You'll do great in the NHL, Robert. But take care of yourself. Your family needs you. I'm sure mine will too.

I don't know if you'll ever read this. Mainly because I'm not putting it anywhere someone can find it.

I am so sorry for what I'm about to do.

I love you.

Kotah.