Dear Mr. Madsen,
Sorry this is so late, but I put the wrong PO Box address on the envelope and the letter was returned. Hope this one finds you.
I’m glad you left Arcadia Bay… Or what’s left of it. I’m now going to therapy, which helps, but I still get nightmares - I hope that Max & Chloe are keeping you company. They’re a good team.
I’m still in Seattle, looking over my parents’ gallery. Their partner Jessica is great, she’s taking care of everything. The will is a mess, but I will be okay.
It’s hard to get over the fact that, in a way, I owe my life to Mark Jefferson throwing me in his fucking bunker. I get flashes of his creep face all the time, but then I see yours, coming to rescue me. I’ll probably be thanking you for the rest of my life for that.
Please keep in touch (at this address for a while) and let me know if there’s anything I can help you with. Thanks again for your service.
Best Wishes, V. Chase