Legacy

Dear daddy,

Today at school I made a picture of you. It had macaroni and glitter, and I painted on it too. I am going to ask mommy if I can mail it to you. I miss you and I love you!

Love,
Jenny



Dear Jenny,

I hope you know that you’re daddy is very proud and loves you very much. The painting was beautiful and I can’t believe that my little girl created it. You’re such an artist. I put it on my wall and it’s so good that everyone thinks I’m looking at a mirror. Be good to your mother and never forget how much the both of us love you.

Hugs and Kisses,
Daddy



Dear Henry,

I want to believe you had nothing to do with this. But everything, all the evidence and my gut, is telling me to believe otherwise. I still love you and always will. I’ll be waiting for you. Jenny misses you too and sends her love. She’s staying at my mom’s and really wishes she could send you a letter. Of course, you know that she’s too young to understand where you are. I think it’s better for everyone if we just stop contacting each other. No matter what happens, I love you, honey.

Always yours,
Helen



My Dearest Helen,

This will be the LAST letter that I ever write to you. For your own good, DO NOT attempt any contact with me I have found the real killer. I have no time to explain the gruesome details, which I have disclosed to Utterson, who, if you remember, is my lawyer. He will take you and Jenny somewhere safe. There is a remote chance that your lives may still be in danger. The only way I can keep you and Jenny safe is to stay here, let the system do its business and fill me with that gas in that coffin they call a chamber. Tell Jenny that her daddy loves her so very much, and will always be with her. When I close my eyes, praying that the governor does not let me off the hook, the last image I’ll see when I leave this planet will be of your blue eyes welcoming me to the other side. I love you, Helen.

Your loving husband,
Henry

P.S. I don’t care what the papers say, or how well you know my handwriting, this is absolutely the LAST letter you will get from me. Let’s just say it has to do with my great-grandfather’s legacy. Again, Utterson will fill you in with the details later.



Helen,

First off, I would like to express my deepest condolences, as the current events that plaster the newspapers must be quite the burden. After all, who would have thought that your husband would escape prison the night before he was to be executed for murdering that Detective Newcomen fellow? I understand that there was no smoking gun evidence but the evidence that was present was incriminating to say the least. This must be hard on you and little Jenny.

I am an acquaintance of Mr. Utterson. You can say that we are old family friends. I would like to extend a helping hand in whatever manner you see fit. I’m sure, by now, you’ve recognized the handwriting of this letter and how uncanny it resembles that of your beloved Henry’s. You may be thinking that it is, indeed, your husband assuming a different identity trying to contact his most cherished daughter and beautiful wife.

However, Mr. Utterson may have actually done his job in which case he has told you exactly who I am and what I am attempting to do. He may have told you the exact details of Henry’s final moments on God’s blessed earth. I assure you that your husband is gone for good, for which I hold full responsibility, and with great pride I might add. He was holding me back and even took credit for the murder that I committed. Proper credit must be given for these actions.

If Utterson managed to hide you away properly you may not ever get this letter, but if you have and those sparkling topaz eyes of your are gracing these words I have but one promise I intend to keep. I will find you and Jenny and murder the two of you. It’s nothing personal. Nevertheless, it may be loads of fun hunting you two down. Give my regards to Utterson, Mrs. Jekyll.

Sincerely yours,
Edward Hyde