Vee,
Two years.
When Eugene called us married, I didn't know what we were signing up for. You were Civ Gang. I was Hydra. It was supposed to be politics.
You shot Alana the next month and I knew. Vee evolved this day, I said. I meant it. You picked up a gun because of me, walked through a war for me, took my name in front of a judge, and walked away from your whole gang and never looked back.
You're my partner. You're the quiet at the end of a loud day. You're the one I come home to and the only one I want to.
Thank you for the last two years, Mrs. Hernandez.
Love you.
— Juan