Letter #4: April 3, 2018

Lainey,

I’ve started a business with a friend here, did I tell you that? I’m going back into psychiatry, and we’re both equal owners of the practice. I hope that I might be able to do some good here. I have the power now to heal my lost arm, but I find that I don’t want to; this metal arm has given me a bit of character, and even Stephen has somehow taken a liking to it. The cloak agrees, but it’s weird that the cloak likes anything that I do -- I think that’s Stephen’s doing.

I’ve been meditating a lot more as well, it’s all I can do to keep the demons at bay. Now that I know everything Stephen has ever been through, it’s been rough. There are things that I remember now that I shouldn’t. There are times in my life that I’m not sure are mine or his. I suppose it will take time to sort through everything.

Someone suggested to me that I should get a dog. I’m not sure if I could, but I’ve been considering it. It gets lonely here, even when I’m with friends. I think it’s mostly that I miss talking to you.

All of these letters always end with how much I miss you. If there was another way to end them, well I haven’t found that yet.

Silas.