Belle,
I saved your life when we were kids, yes. But you don't understand. I killed James. I brought the gun for a reason I knew he was going to die that night. I knew that I would never have a normal life again.
I thought that gambling would lead to easy money. A few poker games and I would be rich, but it lead to my ruin. The odds were never in my favor, but I kept playing, collecting a little money after a win, which was barely enough to pay off the other debts. I kept trying to pay off my losses but I would just lose more. Gambling isn't just something you can stop doing, it eats you up. Often I would even think about killing myself or loved ones. Once I even had thoughts of killing you. On a completely different note, I was wondering if I could visit you so we could talk face to face. I understand if you are scared because the police are still after me, but it would be a total secret. No one would know that I came, and no one would know where you went. Write me back a date when your house is empty and nobody can hear us.
-Ash
