Prologue 

Shawn's POV

"I am sorry, sir but I suggest that you go home, freshen up and feed your little one, and then come back. You have been here all night, and this won't be helping the patient at all"

I look at the nurse, who stood patiently holding my daughter in her hands. Tears filled my eyes, when she mentioned my love.

"She will get better, right. She will wake you?"

I ask her, ignoring what she had asked me to do. She nods her head.

"She will sir, but when she wakes up, I am sure she wouldn't want to see you like this. Go home, and take a nap before you come back"

I nod my head, and grab my innocent daughter from her hands. I stroke my finger across her tiny pink face. She instantly quiets down. Ever since, it had happened, Rosie wouldn't stop crying.

I couldn't stop crying either. I could have stopped this, before anything had happened, but I had decided to give her space want wait until she came forward for help.

I stand up and make my way to the reception table.

"I am going home, call me if anything happens. I don't care what time, reason why or anything like that, just call me. I will be back in a couple of hours"

She nods at me, and I quickly confirm my number. I then make my way over to my. At. I open the back door and sit Rosie down, securing her baby seat.

I then make my way over to the drivers seat, and sit down. Tears brim my eyes as I see the steering wheel, which has bloody handprints on it, from when I had drove to the hospital.

I quickly drive home, and take Rosie to the kitchen. I know she is hungry after all this, so I heat up some milk and then feed her, while rocking her back and forth in my arms.

She slowly closes her eyes, and while I wait for her to sleep, I think about everything. Knowing Madison, she wouldn't have tried to commit suicide without leaving a note or something. I then realizes she must have left a letter in the study room.

I place Rosie down on the carpet in the lounge room. I don't think I am ready to see the flood of blood in her room. I then rush over to the study room.

Inside the study room, I see a knife and a empty pills bottle. I feel like crying again when I see this. I walk over to the knife, and see a bunch of papers. I pick them up and gasp when I realize what they are.

Letters. And all of them are addressed to me. I decide to read them. Tears drip down my face as I read each letter. Madison was going through so much, and I didn't do anything to help her. She was raped, and I didn't do anything.

I stand up and punch the wall, letting my anger out. I fall to the ground and start crying again. I feel hopeless, so stupid, a failure. I failed my wife.

I want to let it out, talk to someone about this, but to who. I am all alone in this world now that the love of my life could be dead. I suddenly smile as I realize something.

I can write letters.

I will write letters.

Letters To Her