The time had come to post the letter. I didn’t want to, but I knew that he had to find out eventually. I had been hiding the truth for too long, not wanting him to find out. I had done something wrong, something that I was sure wasn’t my fault, but would he think the same. As I wrote the letter, I didn’t know what to write, I didn’t know how to explain my actions. I had come here because I had to send it. I had realised that he needed to know, he had to be the one to decide my punishment. What I did deserved the cruelist punishment there was.
The letter was in my hand, ready to post. The wind had an eerie coldness that sent a shiver down my spine. The cars and pedestrians walking away like there was nothing wrong. In the back of my mind I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Sending my confession. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car speed down the road, its sirens blazing. I panicked, shoving the letter inside the letterbox. Three burly policemen ran out and sprinted towards me. I stood silently still, my arms outstretched, waiting for the clutch of the policemen on my shoulders.
Sitting in his comfy chair, Rob Saunders silently turned on the news. His wife walked into the room, a bunch of letters in her hand. One was from their daughter. Rob curiously opened the letter, a surprised look on his face. She didn’t send letters. His wife gasped and pointed to the television screen. At the same time, Rob dropped the letter and stared at the screen. “Eileen Saunders jailed for the murder of 2”. His wife looked down at the letter. Written on it was a single line: “I’m sorry dad.”