Letters Home (E-mails/letters from friends & family)

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Velia
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Letters Home (E-mails/letters from friends & family)

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Her fingers moved as if they had a mind of their own as gray eyes moved between scanning the screen in front of her, and looking warily at the other patrons of the internet café she was in. It wasn’t just the security walls that the programs had set up that she had to worry about – who knew when someone would realize what she was doing and get a call out? She always chose the computer that was furthest away from the door, away from any windows, with the absolute best position for her to watch everyone else without anyone getting the chance to look in on what she was doing.

There were no issues today – it was an easy in and easy out, and she had the files she needed. She got herself out of the system before she ran into any unnecessary security risks. It was one thing to play with security programs that stood in her way, another thing all together to play with security programs that she didn’t even need to get through.

Slipping the USB out of the computer was next – the device safely pocketed as she began deleting her history from the computer. You could never be too careful, after all. Normally she would have gotten up and left then, but she knew she shouldn’t. It had been a while since she’d checked her personal e-mail. The one that was almost exclusively for communications with her parents, although the few she considered friends from her human life had the address as well. Her mother just refused to accept that her daughter couldn’t communicate more often, and while her few friends may dismiss her taking forever to get back to them, her mother was the type to worry. It was a thought that used to bring a smile to her face, but now she was worried herself that her mother might come “check up” on her. She didn’t want her to come into contact with this city at all.

So now she made sure to never go more than a week without checking. She made sure to call at least once every two weeks, to make sure her mother didn’t call her at a bad time. She’d never had to try this hard before coming to Harper Rock. Worst case scenario then was her mother showing up at her apartment with home cooked foods and an annoyed expression on her face. Worst case scenario now was her mother showing up in Harper Rock and coming up with the same obstacle that Velia had. She refused to allow that to happen.

Velia had settled into the life nicely, really. Her mother wouldn’t. She knew this deep down in her gut. This was why she was pulling up the internet again, and signing into her e-mail. There was just the one new e-mail, from one Amelia Russo. It wasn’t a long read – her mother always had been short and to the point.

From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Your 26th


I still don’t understand what is so important that you can’t just come back home for one day? And yes, I understand that some children move further away from their parents than you did when they leave home, but that isn’t what you did. Besides, it’s not like you moved across the country! You simply moved to a different city. You’re still in Ontario.

I’m worried about you. You didn’t even tell us you were moving. You just up and left, with an e-mail later on asking us to go pack up your apartment for you. There’s still plenty of time for you to come home, so we can celebrate your 26th birthday with you. I’m sure your friends would like to see you as well, though they’re too nice to say so. Have you even talked to them?

Call us sometime, we miss you.

Your loving mother.


Velia’s head shook as she read down through it. It was hard to argue with her mother when she was completely right. Her mother was sharp as a tack and everything about this was probably sending off all of her mother alerts. Something was wrong with her only child, who refused to talk to her about it, and for some reason couldn’t come home for her birthday because of it.

Clicking the reply button Velia tried to think of a way to say what she’d already said to make her mother calm down. She doubted it was possible, but she had to try, didn’t she? She couldn’t go home, not now. She didn’t trust herself, and even if she did, she wasn’t completely positive that her seeing her parents wouldn’t put them in jeopardy. She wouldn’t do that, no matter how much she missed them. Plus, there was no way she could explain away her not eating her favourite meals and deserts for a whole day or two while she went home. Her mother was too smart.

To: Amelia Russo
From: Velia Russo
Subject: Re: Your 26th


Yes, I’m sure. You’re right, I didn’t move far at first – but I am further now. I’m settling into a new life, one without the private investigating that you hated me doing. I’m trying new things. I’ve already got a new set of friends here, a new job. The arena may not be as nice as the one near my apartment, but it’s workable.

I’m sorry it’s come so close to my birthday, and I’m sorry that it hurts you that this is what I’ve chosen to do. Maybe after things get more settled I can come up for a day or something. Maybe in the new year?

I do love you, and I promise to call. I’m not disappearing. Promise.

Your loving daughter


She hoped that she kept that promise. It would work, hopefully, to appease her mother for now. Velia had a moment of hesitation before she clicked the send – a moment of wishing she’d never come here and none of this was happening. Then the e-mail was off, and she was off the hook for another few days.

She wiped the computer’s history again before logging it off and making her way out into the cold night.
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Velia cringed as she looked at the date. December 27th. She hadn’t been onto her e-mail since just before her birthday. She couldn’t even really say that she’d been busy – oh she could to her mother, and hope that would fly. She doubted it would. She’d missed her birthday, and now Christmas too. She’d be lucky if her mother wasn’t already on her way down to Harper Rock in super mama bear mode. She couldn’t have that.

The amount of new e-mails made her cringe again – though some of them she could ignore for now. Her friends would understand. Scrolling down to read the oldest one first, she clicked the link to open it – this one wouldn’t be angry, at least.

From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Re: Your 26th
Date Sent: December 15th, 2012


If you’re sure about this.. there isn’t much I can do, is there? You are a grown woman, after all. If you change your mind our door is always open – you know where the spare key is. Even if it irks you to now end that we keep one on the property, especially considering you have a key of your own – but you never know.

You don’t even need to call, just come over.

Your loving mother.


Velia sighed then, knowing that that was definitely going to be the easiest one of them. She was tempted to reply to that one, as if she’d never gotten any of the others – but she knew her mother would never buy that.

From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Just Checking In
Date Sent: December 18th, 2012


I know I just e-mailed you a few days ago, and you haven’t gotten a chance to get back yet. I just wanted to let you know that we went grocery shopping today, and decided to pick up what we’d need to make your favourites. Just in case. We’ll have them on the 21st, even if you’re not here to share them with us. We’ll wish you a happy birthday the same way as always. This way, even if you get here in the middle – it’ll all be ready for you, darling.

Your loving mother.


Her teeth bit into her bottom lip then, and she was glad she’d decided not do to this in one of the cafés. She’d managed to find the crypt empty, or at least she figured it was, and had made the decision to use it instead.

From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Happy Birthday
Date Sent: December 21st, 2012


The lasagna and banana bread tasted the same as always, but it wasn’t quite the same without you here at the table with us. I can’t believe that 26 years ago you were just this tiny thing that fit so perfectly in my arms. Now you’re all big and out in this big world on your own where I can’t even watch you like I have been. I know you’ve been capable of protecting yourself for years now, but maybe you’ll understand it when you become a mother yourself. Though I do hope when that day comes you’ll bring our grand babies around – we have a right to spoil them, even if it’s only a few times a year.

Happy Birthday, darling. I hope you had someone there with you to make the day special – that you didn’t spend the day alone even if you think that’s what you want. I took some pictures for you – I doubt you took any, but if you did we’d love to see how your day went. Love you always.

Your loving mother.


Grand babies? Since when was her mother’s grand-mama clock ticking? She’d never brought it up before, ever. It was surprising, really. All of her other friends had gone on and on about how their mother’s never quit in the “when are you giving me grand babies” speeches, when her mother hadn’t said a word. Maybe it was because she’d moved away? Stopped being a P.I.? None of it changed the fact that that was never going to happen. When was she going to stop breaking her mother’s heart? She clicked on the attached pictures – the food she was no longer able to eat, but the picture of her parents together in front of it made her smile. She missed them.

From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Christmas
Date Sent: December 24th


We still haven’t heard from you – which I’m not pleased about. However, as always, if you can make it we’d love to have you here for Christmas. We have the place all decorated – even if you don’t understand the point of the decorations. Come home. We miss you, and I’m worried.

Your loving mother.


There were attachments to this one as well – a picture of their tree all lit up, with the decoration she’d made in kindergarten on top of the tree as always.

From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Merry Christmas
Date Sent: December 25th, 2012


Merry Christmas, darling. I really do hope you’d let us know how you’re doing. It’s been over 10 days. Is everything okay? Do you need us to come down? We can. I’ve looked up flights and it wouldn’t be a problem at all for us to come down.

Your loving, worried mother.


From: Amelia Russo
To: Velia Russo
Subject: Are you there?
Date Sent: December 26th, 2012


Dear Daughter. If you do not get back to us by the end of the month we will be flying down there, and tearing that Harper Rock apart until we find you. Why don’t you even answer your phone? Maybe we won’t wait that long before coming…..

Your very worried mother.


She really was an idiot for not checking this. And letting her phone die. Especially now, with her birthday and Christmas all close together like this. Absolute idiocy.

To: Amelia Russo
From: Velia Russo
Subject: Re: All The E-mails You’ve Sent


Dear Mama.

I’m fine. Honest – I’m sorry I haven’t gotten back to you. I’ll make it up to you – maybe fly down after new years? Someone gave me plane tickets for Christmas so I could get home, it’s just finding the time. I’ve got that new job, and I’m still getting settled. I didn’t mean to ignore your calls – I forgot to charge my phone.

Your right, I didn’t take any pictures – though thank you for sending me some. I do miss you both. Even so, my birthday and Christmas were quiet – the way I like it. Not all of us like the hectic craziness that you do, mama.

I have to go now, though – just wanted to send you an e-mail so you could quit your worrying. There’s no need of you coming down here – you know I don’t keep extra beds around for guests. It’d be easier on you and dad if I came to see you instead. Love you. XO.

Your very loving daughter


Velia clicked send, and without even giving another glance to the other unread e-mails in her inbox she quickly logged out and deleted her session’s browser history. It was a minute before she found herself able to move, and then she was out the door with the feel of her gun heavy against her hip. Target practice sounded like a very good idea, and there were lots of targets down in the catacombs for her to play with.
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