For the purposes of this story, we’ll call her ‘Hannah’. She was part Spanish, part Chilean, part Irish, part German, part Phillipino. 23. Young, beautiful.
This is a real woman, and more of this story is true than I care to admit. If anything, dramatising it was one way I chose to protect my reputation. Plausible deniability. I can choose which bits really happened, and which bits didn’t happen, and which bits happened but didn’t happen.
I’m going to show you the last love letter I ever sent her. This is 100% real, but her real name and a few things have been redacted to protect her identity.