In all the ways that mattered, Hannah was your great grandmother. Of all the things that woman did for me, the best was giving me the opportunity to love again. But when you lose someone you love, it’s so hard to get over. I didn’t even want to live after I learned of Hannah’s death. All I wanted to do was die. I wanted to be with her again. But I knew what she would have said to me. She would have wanted me to stay alive, and live life to the fullest. And that’s what I’ve done. I went on with my career, and I’m very proud of what we as a group accomplished. Though I would have preferred having Hannah at my side.
        I tried not to look back and think what could have been if Hannah survived the sinking. I hate to think of Janine and what she got away with. You see, no one ever found Janine or her body. I bet she ended up somewhere with a new identity. She’s lucky I never found her. But I will forever despise her for what she did to Hannah, what she did to us.
        Now you know why I never married. Hannah still has my heart till this day, and the day we meet again in heaven, will be the best day of my life. So please don’t grieve for me. When I die, I’ll finally be free to be with Hannah again.
        I was the last person who thought that a woman could change me. But she did. From the moment I met her, I was hypnotized. She may have been poor and she may have been different, but her faith in me was unbelievable. And they say when you fall, you fall hard. And I certainly did. I don’t regret getting on that ship. I met this amazing person that changed my life for the better. We missed out on all those happy years together as man and wife, but when I look at everything that happened, I finally understand that things happen for a reason. When I adopted your grand parents, that was the first time I felt peace since Hannah died. They were great to raise, and they reminded me so much of Hannah.
        I know that I’m dying. I’m 90 now and can feel that I am about to take my last breath. I am hiding this letter in a secret chest that I will keep hidden away in the place I have called home for the last 60 years. I know that someday someone will find this secret chest and they will learn why I was the way I was. I’ve wanted to tell everyone for so long, but I couldn’t bring myself to bring up those old memories again. It’s just too damn hard.
        By writing this letter, I am telling you a story of love and somewhat of an explanation for all those stories I’m sure you’ve probably heard about me. I loved growing old with my grandchildren and with my children by my side. But it’s time for me to move on now. I can feel my hand shaking now, I think it’s time to go. I love----

        And that was it. There was a dark blue ink spot at the end of the letter. Lance had taken his last breath just as he was ending the letter. I couldn’t believe what I had read. I knew there was something about my great grandfather that was a little off, everyone told me so. But it was because of his love for my great grandmother that kept him from opening up his heart. I know he loved his children and his grand children, but no one could ever have replaced that emptiness he felt in his heart because of Hannah’s absence.

        It all made sense to me now. The stories I was told about how Lance never had a girlfriend because he refused to date. But there was still one thing I didn’t understand.

        The pin that was sitting in front of me on the desk sat there, glimmering from the sunlight. I picked it up and ran one finger over it. Then I remembered that Hannah had given it to him just before she got on the life boat. She had wanted him to know that her heart was his forever.

        Lance had kept the pin hidden away as well as all his memories, afraid of the questions that would have been asked. It must have been really painful if he felt he couldn’t talk to anyone about it.

        I’ve heard a lot about my great grandfather’s success in the music business. They are known around the world as the best pop group in history. I have all their records, and now when I listen to them I’ll know that some of the songs are about my great grandfather and his Hannah.

        I folded up the letter and stuck in back in the envelope. I started to wonder what happened to Janine. Did they ever find her? I felt anger burst inside of me. Why wasn’t she arrested? She had murdered her great grandmother, and now this isn’t something I’m going to take lightly. But then I find a newspaper clipping at the back of the envelope…

        THIRD CLASS PASSENGER’S MURDERER CAUGHT AND SENTENCED TO LIFE

        As I read through the old newspaper article, I learned that three years after the Titanic’s sinking, Janine had been captured, thanks to the help of Lisa, who had been searching for Hannah’s killer, no matter how many dead ends that came up. At the bottom of the article there was a picture of Janine in her jail suit.

        Janine hadn’t admitted to murdering Hannah right away, but when the prosecutors revealed evidence that proved that Janine was indeed guilty, Janine had put up her hands and confessed. Apparently she had sobbed, crying out Lance’s name. He was the reason for killing Hannah, she had claimed. “He loves me! We were meant to be together, but Hannah ruined it!” Janine had yelled in the courtroom.

        Lance hadn’t been at the trial, I read. But Joey and Chris had been, just to make sure Janine was put away for good.

        Janine died in her cell at the age of 55. She had hung herself.

        I put down the article and I was beginning to feel affected by this whole thing. It was obvious how much my great grandfather loved Hannah. I wish I had more pictures of her. She was a very beautiful woman. Everyone says I look a lot like her. Now I take that as quite a compliment.

        I slipped everything back into the envelope, except the letter which I shoved in my jacket pocket. I was going to keep it in a safe place. But I think the rest of the family should know what I know.

        Lance Bass and Hannah Jobane fell in love, but their romance got swept away….