Dear Isabella, 

I am sure you have heard, but I have fallen ill recently. I am also sure you have heard that I am expecting a child. I get the feeling it will be a boy, the next heir to Thrushcross Grange, and Edgar seems to think the same. Speaking of Thrushcross Grange, how are you enjoying yourself at Wuthering Heights? I grew up over there, and I am sure you have encountered my brother and his son plenty. I honestly can say that I truly hope they are treating you the way you deserve to be treated. I am sure they are. As for your brother, he is taking wonderful care of me despite my condition. He is already being a wonderful father on top of being such a devoted husband. Speaking of husbands, how is your money going? Oh boy, silly me, I meant marriage. Heathcliff seemed quite devoted to your fortune family. My apologies for the mistakes I am making in this letter. It must be the pen. Regardless, the idea of marrying you always seemed to make Heathcliff… passionate. I am so glad things are working out between you two now that I am starting my family with Edgar. As I grow weaker, I just wanted to reach out to you in order to check in. 

 

Best wishes, 

Catherine Linton