The Last Letter

My dearest Michael,

our first date was amazing!

You are such a gentleman.

I loved holding your hand.

I owe George one for

introducing us...

My dear Michael,

thank you for inviting us

over to Sunday dinner.

I enjoyed meeting your mother.

Although, I'm not sure how

she felt about me...

Hopefully, in time she wl

learn to love me.

as I lay here watching

you sleep, I realize

I'm in love with you.

I'm whispering in your ear,

"I love you. "

My dearest Michael,

I've written so many letters, but

tonight, I can't find the words.

I guess that means it's time

to stop writing for a while...

tomorrow, I'll be

Mrs. Michael Wright.

Sometimes, I feel

like I don't belong in this world.

But those feelings wont

last forever.

One day, I'll be a bride

with a pretty white dress,

and pretty hair,

with a church filled with all

of my friends.

I'll marry a handsome man

with strong eyes

who will be a hard worker

and he'll take care of me.

And, we'll have lots

of babies.

Lots and lots of babies.

Catherine and Michael

have prepared their own vows.

My beautiful Catherine.

Here on this day I stand a man

deeply rich.

Above all other blessings,

you are my greatest gift.

I am honored and humbled

by your commitment to me,

and in front of God and in

front of all these people,

and in front of Pastor,

- I commit my life to you.

Michael.

You're everything

I prayed for.

You are beautiful and you

take care of me,

in ways that every

woman dreams of.

You are my blessing.

I wouldn't want to live this

life without you.

And...

I long to culminate

our dreams,

with a child born

from this love.

You've saved me in ways

you'll never understand.

My one desire is to spend

every day from now until

eternity loving you.

This is the beginning

of your lives together.

Love each other

through everything.

I want everyone in

this room to stand

and extend your right

hand to this couple.

This is your covenant

with them.

To support their union.

With the authority granted by

the only true God,

I now pronounce you

man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Thank you, Pastor.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you

Mr. and Mrs. Wright.

I'm sure we're okay.

May a mother dance

with her son?

Of course, Mrs. Wright.

Well, you're Mrs. Wright now,

as well.

Mother.

You look so handsome.

May I?

- Yes.

- Mmm.

You have made the worst

mistake of your life.

Come on, Mom.

Don't do this in here.

Well, you don't give

me any choice.

You don't return my calls. I've barely

even seen you since you got engaged.

Mom, you've been nothing but negative.

Why would I return your calls?

I am simply being honest,

sweetheart.

Somebody has to have

a clear eye on this.

We don't know anything

about this girl. Nothing.

- Mom, I know all I need to know.

- Hmm.

Okay?

I know she loves me

and I love her back.

What else should I know?

Please, don't be so naive.

All this puppy love is for

peasants, sweetheart.

Oh, thank you for

that lovely dance.

- What I gotta do is top my wife up.

- All right.

Hear ye, hear ye.

All right, I got it.

Speech here, speech.

A little something...

Uh.

Today, these two lovers

begin their lives.

Although I introduced them,

I like to think of myself as just a

tool in a divine plan, you know?

I know I'm a tool. I know people

think that. But this is different.

Um, from the bottom

of my heart,

I wish you both a lifetime of

love, friendship and happiness.

- Cheers. Here's to you guys.

- Brother, thank you, man.

- Happiness.

- Cheers.

Cheers, here's to them.

Cheers.

I... I hope you don't mind

me coming.

Oh, you know, I get it.

It is a bit unorthodox.

Your ex-fiancee show up

to your wedding.

Hmm. I just wanted to stop by

and say congratulations.

Thank you, I appreciate that.

Catherine?

Honey, what's wrong?

Are you happy?

Excuse me?

Are you happy?

Happy doesn't describe

what I feel.

Good. That's what matters.

I haven't slept in a month.

- So, I'm just stressed out, I think.

- I know.

I just hope your

happiness lasts.

We were happy once.

- We were happy once.

- You remember?

I do remember.

Yes, I remember.

Enjoy your day.

It's your day.

- Thanks, Claudia.

- Oh, baby.

Good morning, Mr. Wright.

How are you?

- Good morning, Julie. How are you?

- Good, good.

You've got several messages on your

desk and one is highly urgent.

- Highly urgent.

- Yes.

- Let me guess. Mother dearest? Yup.

- Sounds like it.

David, all right.

I'm doing all right.

Hello?

Ms. Clark?

No.

Catherine Clark?

But... Uh, that's my maiden

name. How can I help you?

I'm Mr. Tines from

Firestone Insurance.

Okay?

May we speak?

One moment.

Hello.

May I come in?

What's this about?

It's about the fire at the

Smiths' house.

You were one of the foster

children there, yes?

Yes, but that was

some time ago.

May I?

Case number X-3052,

March 17th, 2012.

With Catherine Clark,

now Wright.

I'm sorry, what is this about?

Oh, we're reopening the case.

But... I'm not sure why

you need my help.

That was almost 20 years ago.

The Smiths' son recently came

into some money.

He hired me to investigate.

He never believed that

it was an accident.

And, the Fire Marshal's report

was inconclusive, at best. So...

Still not sure why

you need to speak to me.

You were there.

What I am specifically

interested in is

what happened

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