possible months before me and despaired. I begged Geoff to let me write Rhys a letter. Since they were army buddies Geoff could see Rhys and send him stuff without it looking suspicious. Eventually, Geoff agreed. I also managed to get him to agree to send one letter to Air to let him know I was alive and mostly well. That one had to be heavily censored but I was glad that he would not have to worry any more than he already had.
A few days after Christmas, Geoff brought my first reply.
Jason,
Thank you for your letter. I am glad that you kept yourself alive. Please keep doing that. I wish you had been here for Christmas. Even though it never did before, my cabin seems empty now, without you here. I miss you. Please write again.
Sincerely,
Rhys
P.S. I will think of kissing you at midnight on New Year's Eve. Think of me too?
Despite it being awkward and short, I couldn't help but grin as I read it over for the hundredth time since Geoff had given it to me.
Jason,
I was sorry to hear about the continuance. I hope they don't get another one. Geoff says you keep beating your guards at poker. If you can beat Geoff for me some time I would appreciate it. I can never seem to manage. I took some tourists out into the Sandia Mountains over the MLK day weekend and we got to see the first snow of the year. It was beautiful and I thought of you.
Sincerely,
Rhys
P.S. I miss you.
Dear Jase,
I have never had someone to celebrate Valentine's Day with before. I find I wish you had been here. We could have sat on the porch and kissed under the stars. Or would you have preferred a fancy restaurant? I think not. I remember the feel of you in my arms and I cannot help but think how many opportunities I missed keeping you at arm's length to save my heart when you left. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.
Yours,
Rhys
Dear Jase,
I heard they finished jury selection this week. That's fantastic. I spent the whole month taking spring breakers out in the mountains. College kids are weird these days. I wish you were here to laugh at them with me. Don't be frightened but on the last trip out I got bit by a snake. I am fine but I will be laid up for a week or so. We will have scars in the same spot now. You'll have to kiss it better next time we see each other.
Yours,
Rhys
Jaaase,
I fear ima little drunk as I write this. Baby, how can I miss you sooo much when you were only here a month? I think I'm in love with you. I'll proly regret sealing this without seeing it again sober but I don't care.
Love,
Rhys
Dear Jase,
I must apologize for my drunken letter. I hate that I made my confessions under the influence but that makes them no less valid. Forgive me?
Love,
Rhys
Dear Jase,
You like it when I call you Baby do you? Okay. I miss you so much Baby. It's only a little while longer now. Geoff says you testify in a couple of weeks. I am so proud of you for doing the right thing. Don't be scared.
Love,
Rhys
Dear Jase,
Yes!
Love,
Rhys
****
I touched the folded piece of paper in my pocket one last time before I walked calmly to the front of the courtroom and took the stand. It was my talisman. Rhys' letters were all that kept me sane while I was kept isolated in my safe house. I knew that he was waiting for me at the end of this, no matter the outcome.
I swore to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and sat down. The prosecutor walked me through my story with carefully planned questions, and I answered everything in a calm and even voice, trying to project my own honesty.
The defense attorney tried to poke holes in my story, get me to admit to being a liar, to planting evidence, but I stuck to my story as I had practiced and eventually they let me off the stand.
The trial took another three weeks but I got to be in the courtroom when the jury brought back a guilty verdict for all the major players in the Doherty family. Geoff had told me I would need to stay in one of the