Iris,

I'm sorry I couldn't say this in person, but visiting times are a bit tight at you-know-where and I'm working on a case right now. Still, I suppose I can say this just as well here, so here's what I came to say.

I've been thinking about what you said that day, and about what you did, and I've decided something.

I can't forgive you.

I'm truly sorry to put it so bluntly, but perhaps if you read on you'll understand my reasons why.

When I met you, I thought you were your sister. I laughed with you, joked with you and was genuinely in love with you. But then your sister revealed her true motive. I was devastated, and would have done something unspeakable if it wasn't for the tiny glimmer of hope that my precious little Dollie had been framed.

Then, all those years later, our paths crossed again and I found out that even if Dahlia had been a scheming, conniving little demon, my precious little Dollie still existed. She was genuinely kind and sweet, and I was still in love with her. Her name was Iris Hawthorne.

So, you see, I can't forgive you because there's nothing to forgive. All you ever did was be yourself - a genuinely kind and sweet individual who restored my hope. Perhaps the words I really want to say are "thank you".

With lots of love,

Feenie xxx

P.S. When you get out of here this time next year (probably earlier if you're a good girl), how about we go to Eldoon's Noodles for lunch?