After hanging up, I returned to my cell and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. My hands shook as I began to write, but the words came easily now. I'd been thinking about what I needed to say for weeks.
My dearest Diane,
I know I have no right to write to you again, no right to ask for even a moment of your time or attention. But I need you to know some things before it's too late.
First, I want you to know how deeply sorry I am for everything I've done. Not just the affairs, not just the financial manipulation, but for the fundamental way I failed you as a husband and as a man. You deserved so much better than what I gave you.
I need to tell you about Maxwell Richardson. He was the one who connected me with Jackson Torres, the man who killed Sophie. When I called Maxwell in my rage, wanting to hurt you through Sophie, he was the one who made it possible. And when Jackson became a liability after Sophie's death, Maxwell was the one who had him killed.
