Dear Miss Mina Solowen,
I love you.
Mina's life turned upside down when she received that letter. Ever since she had it in her possession, prostitutes all over the Whitechapel area have turned up dead in the alleys. Frighteningly, the serial killer is being referred to a Jack the Ripper. It seems far-fetched, but the man who sent her the love letter had a very resembling hand writing. Could a serial killer be in love with her?
Mina sighed as she stood in front of the police station, her secret admirer's letter clutched tightly in her hands. She should give this letter to officials, she knew it... but something kept her from marching up to the police now & turning in this letter. If her secret admirer was Jack the Ripper, she was in constant danger.
The young woman took a small step toward the police station, then & turned right around, heading home to her father. Mina was chickening out, she knew it, but something had a vice grip on her, keeping her from turning in the simple message... it was her first love letter. Though the content was a mere three words, they were the three sole words that girls spent hours primping & bettering their appearances for. Not even her recently deceased fiance, Matthew, put forward much effort to woo her. After all, he'd assumed that he'd marry her when he got back from his travels & they'd spend their lives together according to their parents' wishes.
Sadly, Matthew's fate was with intertwined with a crashed ship & a death at sea. At the age of 19, Mina, the attractive but above-marrying-age woman was certain that she would probably die alone in her father's estate. Her pretty brown eyes, youthfully wavy hair, & utterly feminine appearance couldn't cover up the fact that men with marriage in mind wanted young girls between 14 to 16 years of age. After all, there was no telling when a sickness or ailment could take a birthing woman's life, & it was the belief that the younger the mother, the more likely they were to survive the process of pregnancy.
I love you. The words resonated through through Mina's mind as she blushed lightly, hurrying through the roads. Matthew had never told Mina that he loved her once, not even in his letters she received in his travels. But pushing that confusing notion aside, Mina began to hasten her trip home. It was getting dark now & her father wanted her home earlier than the sun went down. Looking around the emptying street for the billionth time, Mina made sure she wasn't being followed & then went inside. Her father came in & kissed her forehead with a smile.
"I am glad you returned safe, my dear Mina," Kale Solowen murmured as she was then shooed to the dining room. He ordered a servant to lock the front door several times & then joined her. The family of two enjoyed a quiet meal together & Mina excused herself after, locking her room. She had to reply to the letter sent to her, she had to see if her admirer was truly the infamous Jack the Ripper. & there was only way to find out.
Pulling out a fresh piece of parchment, Mina set up her quill & ink before she began to write in her small & feminine penmanship:
Dear Mr. Jack....