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architecture, and the food.  Food … the food was her one great diversion. 
                  By the second week, her art instincts took over with a massive desire to paint all the beauty around her.  It was, after all, why she’d truly come to Venice, to attend art school and to breathe in the same air as the greats, like Da Vinci, who had painted there centuries ago.
                  Sadly, it only took one day at the Church of San Zaccaria to undo all the previous promises to herself … not to open John’s letter.  Originally she’d planned to take her sketchpad and watch the tourists and the locals.  She hoped it would bring her inspiration, but instead it brought her a bit of desperation. 
                  The sight of a father and small daughter was enough to make that familiar void in the pit of her heart start to ache.   From there, everything came undone.
                  Her whole life she felt as if a part of her was missing.  Being told her father was dead for most of her life, wasn’t an acceptable answer for her.  Some part of her always felt like she had someone else out there other than her mother. 
    Her lifelong desire of finding that part of her fell to pieces, once she discovered the true story behind her conception.  It was never out of love, but out of control and hurt that brought her into this world.  Hard as she tried, she couldn’t get past that fact.
    Seeing the father – daughter moment, and knowing that her father was now trying to reach out to her with letters, was enough to walk to the nearest café and order a bottle of wine.  Halfway through it, she pulled her art supplies together, put them in her tote bag, and corked her bottle to head back to her room.  The letter was all she could think of…that darned letter and its writer.  It had been haunting her for weeks, and her curiosity finally got the best of her.
                  After Chastity sauntered in her room, she dropped her bag by the door and left her bottle on the table next to the bed.  She quickly crossed the floor and opened the desk drawer, staring at its contents.  There it sat, with tight handwriting scrawled across it addressed to her.
                  She almost lost her bravado.  Chastity hesitated slightly before picking it up.  The only thing holding her back this long had been her loyalty to her mother, but she’d had just enough wine that her loyalty didn’t register … almost.  The last of it gave her pause for a few seconds, before her anger at her father finally won over.  Quickly she tore at the envelope, while giving herself a small paper cut. 
    “Ouch!” She sucked on her finger, before pulling out two handwritten pages. 
                  Chastity felt as if she were somewhere else or someone else, looking over her own shoulder.   She’d promised herself never to open and read this letter, and yet here she was about to read words from a man, who in her mind had no right to reach out to her. The words on the paper tumbled out as she quickly read, and her buzz took over.
          
    Chastity,                                       
    I hesitate in writing this, as I know you’ll probably never open it, and I wouldn’t blame you.  You have every reason to hate me.  Trust me; I’ve done enough of that for both of us for years over what I did to Kylie … your mother.
                  I didn’t learn until recently about her passing.  I was hoping to make things right for her, but now it’s too late.  Maybe, on some small chance that you’re actually reading this letter, than it’s not too late for me to make it up to you.
                  I have no excuse for how badly I treated your mom.  I have no recollection of who that young stupid boy is or was.  All I know is that I broke her and if given a chance, I would have tried to pick up