I know we did not part on the best of terms. I told you that I could not take the horrors of Emperor Constantine's death, which was partially true, but only partially. Arturo, you were lost after his death. You had no real goals, no career, and no desire to better yourself. You were not the man I fell in love with, and a loveless home is no place to bring up a child. That is why I have raised our son, Antonio, myself. I know I am growing ill, and I have been keeping track of your career here in Sydney. You are well equipped to handle fatherhood, I think, and in any case you are his best hope. My parents are gone, and I was an only child, as you know.
Mr. Ledger is a good friend; he has been instructed to provide you with anything you require to raise our son. I am not a poor woman, and I leave all my worldly possessions to you, provided you do take care of our son. He is troubled. He has gotten in a number of fights at school, even as a nine year old. I think he will have your size; he is already five feet tall. Perhaps you can instruct him better than I.
I hope you can forgive me for keeping this from you. You are probably furious with me, and I do not blame you, but do not take it out on Antonio.