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It’d happened a week later.
A week after the fall, the autopsy, the funeral…
She was tired. Drained, listless. She’d been living in a whirlwind of emotions for the last couple of days and then suddenly…
Nothing. It was all over and life could return to normal. Not that there ever had been a normal.
She missed him.
One week after everything had finally settled, Molly had received a letter by courier.
She signed for it and shut the door to her flat.
The telly was off. She’d gotten tired of listening to the news sully Sherlock’s name. The man was dead…allegedly and yet they still drug him through the mud by proxy.
Damn Moriarty! Damn him to Hell.
She couldn’t wait until Mycroft and Sherlock managed to unravel Moriarty’s entire little plot-not that it would do any good- but to see Anderson and Donovan choke on it…
She’d get a perverse satisfaction from watching them eat crow and she’d bloody well serve it to them raw.
Sitting on her couch she looked at the letter. It felt thick and there was something hard inside the envelope; she could feel it move around when she tilted the envelope. Her name and address was typed on the front and there was no return address. She slid a finger underneath the flap and ripped the envelope open. A metal key slid out along with a letter. Her eyes watered when she recognized the handwriting.
Molly-
I understand what helping me cost you, pretending that I don’t know what I asked is foolish and at this point, unnecessary.
I meant what I told you that night at Bart’s; you are important, more important than you’ll ever know. I have always seen you and I have and will always trust you.
To that end, I leave you something. It is completely at your discretion what you do with it; use it tomorrow, destroy it, it is yours to do with as you wish. The card attached will direct you.
I know it’s not what you wanted but right now, it’s all I can give you.
I don’t know if or even when I’ll return, so if I could ask a favour; think of me from time to time.
I remain ever yours,
S
Molly tugged the vellum business card from the bottom of the letter. She gasped loudly and the letter slipped from her fingers when she realized what he had done.