"So, when did we say, the wedding was again?

With reluctancy, and mixed feeling of uncertainty, not sure of what is likely to be in the letter, Dylan hands the letter to Vicky, who stared into his eyes and could see clearly that he is hurt, and heartbroken.

"This isn't for me, it is for you". She says, and he shook his head in the negative.

His eyes held so much untold tales, there were things he had planned, to share with him, and since he didn't get the chance to share them with him, he wouldn't want to read through the letter written by his father to him, word for word, for he might come across something he doesn't want to know, and it will hurt him even more.

"The letter isn't for me. what could be in there for me, except hurt. what could he possible have written in there for me? Is he trying to tell me why he killed himself? Should I be clapping for him, or happy with him that he made a decision, without think about how we will feel? Vicky could see that he was trying to blame something, or someone, so she stretched her ha