Dad wants me to take over the position of managing accountant for the business. I’ve got the degree for it, but the MMA world is the last place I want to be. That’s where HE is. I’m shaking as I write this because I want so badly to write his name, but I just can’t.

At the very least, you deserve to know why I sent you to prison, and I need to get it out of me once and for all because I need to move on. Dad set me up with a business partner. He’s much older, but he’s nice. Best of all, he’s not…him.

Maybe I’m clinging to the first opportunity to break free, though it feels like I’m trading one prison for another. I don’t love this guy. I barely know him, but I can tell he’s serious about me. He’s already asked me to go with him to Paris for Christmas.

I’m stalling. I know I’m stalling. I’ve written you so many letters, but I’ve never explained. So here goes, from the beginning.

It started right after I met you. At first, I fought him. Over time, it was easier to give in. Then…I became a whore. I don’t fight him anymore because he gets me off. It’s sick and disgraceful. I know this. I’ve tried to get him to leave me alone, have even done some extreme things to break free for a while, but he always pulls me back.

When I was fifteen, he got me pregnant. I got an abortion, and when Dad found out, he went through the roof. I don’t know why he told Dad you raped me…no, that’s not true. He did it because he was jealous of you. He’s always been jealous of you.

You’re probably wondering why I went along with the lie. I ask myself the same thing all the time. But I’ve seen his rage, seen firsthand what he’s capable of, and he threatened to kill you if I didn’t back him up. Hindsight’s 20/20, they say. I know now that I should have stood up to him. You’re a big boy and could’ve taken care of yourself. At the time, though, the threat choked me.

Now it’s too late. You’ll be out in a year…less, actually. I need to let you go. I need you to get past this and be happy. I want your forgiveness more than you could know, but that’s an impossible dream. I wouldn’t forgive me. I can’t forgive myself.