2. Letter 2
It was hard watching you cry today as the police piled our children onto the back of a cart and took them away. You cursed me, but I know you didn’t mean it. Deep down you know I saved us. I saved my, our, family.
They’ll bring them back soon, just you wait and see. They won’t see you or me as the enemy anymore and recognize the one to blame is him. They can’t keep our children from you. At least I hope not.
See why you should have listened to me? I don’t say things for no reason, you know that. If you would have just come with me and let us take the children, we wouldn’t have to be separate. I just want to hold you and our babies again. They can’t see me either. They can’t hear it when I tell them not to cry at night because mama is sad.
When they say his name I get angry. They shouldn’t know it and you’ve allowed them to. I know you didn’t mean for it to happen, but you need some sense, Lyla. Even though I want you here sometimes I’m glad there’s some separation so I don’t have to show you yet again what is right.
Be strong for me, my love.