My dear boy,
I miss you. You were very much like a son to me. In fact, countless times I had to stop myself from nearly calling you my son in front of company as well as you. I felt it would only hurt you more because we both knew our day of parting would come soon. I pray your boat ride is safe and you are snug in your cabin, reading this letter. I hope you know that not a single day will pass where I do not think of you. I keep thinking I will hear your voice behind me claiming your joy of finding another puzzle stuffed inside a gutter or buried beneath the cushions.
I remember the very day you and I met for the first time. Remi was my assistant still, but I took you in out of sheer concern for your life. I was dear friends with your father and I really cannot explain to you all that happened but I hope some day you return and I am able to speak with you about it.