Jeremy,

It’s taken me a long time to write this. And I’ve written it about a hundred times. Burned each one. You know I’ve always liked to play with fire. That was our favorite past-time wasn’t it, playing with fire? You were the match and I was the heat, destroying everything we touched.

I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Your side of the bed still has a dent in it the size of you. Still beats the cold metal I’m sure you’re sleeping on. How is it sleeping with one eye open? Questioning if you’ll make it to the next day or not. Now you’ll know how I felt for the first six months. Wondering if the people you crossed were going to show up. You know how many bribes I’ve had to give? Your shit’s gone, you know. Pawned or traded, just so I could survive.

I have so many questions and you’ve got so many secrets. They still whisper as I walk the street. Do you know what it feels like to hear whispers on the street? About how you used me? Cheated me? I have nothing left, Jeremy. You took it all with you when you chose that job. Weren’t there other jobs? Ones that wouldn’t have put our entire world at risk? You had to rob that bank? On that day? Didn’t you do recon? You should have known. You don’t just rob the biggest asset of the most influential family and expect to walk away. They dug up every piece of dirt on you, on me, on us. My reputation is ruined because of you.

I hope this letter finds you well. Well, actually, I hope it finds you in hell. It sure is lonely out here. I know it’s lonelier in there. Heard you’re finally in solitary. You’ll never learn though. They’ll always find you. I even paid them to find you. Thankfully, it was also enough to leave me alone this time. Hope you enjoy it because revenge tastes best when it’s cold.

And it’s freezing out, Jeremy.