Dear Jack: Love Letters from your Serial Killer Wife Collection

I call myself his wife. I kill to prove it. You think you know Jack Steen. You’ve heard his confessions. You’ve listened to the voices he records in the dark. You know him as the man who lets others tell their stories while keeping his own carefully hidden. But Jack has never told you everything. We shared a weekend once. Las Vegas. Bright lights. Too many drinks. A closeness he later dismissed as a mistake. He walked away believing silence could end what we began. It didn’t. I’ve been writing him letters ever since. Love letters. Each one begins as a poem, a rhyme meant to sound harmless if you don’t listen too closely. Jyll and Jack went up the hill… But every rhyme is a vow. And every vow demands proof. Each letter tells Jack about a man I killed. Not because the men mattered. They didn’t. They were stand-ins. Rehearsals. Each one reminded me of Jack in some small way—his voice, his kindness, the way he once looked at me like I was something worth keeping. I took them slowly. Carefully. Beautifully. I made them mine the way a wife should. These aren’t confessions the way Jack understands them. I’m not asking to be forgiven. I’m not explaining myself. I’m documenting a marriage he refuses to acknowledge. If you’re listening now, it’s because I’ve decided to let you. Witnesses matter. Devotion deserves to be heard. But don’t mistake this for a warning. This isn’t about the men who died. It never is. It’s about Jack. My husband. The man you think you know. And when I’m finished, you’ll know him differently too. *note... these were originally recorded for audio, like a podcast, and it has NOT been edited by a professional editor. I'm only placing them here as an ebook so you can listen to them (I took inspiration from Jack, actually).