Dearest sister,

These days I miss you so dearly and it is with great longing that I wish to see you soon. I’m not in any position to disparage my current lodgings, however, I do find them rather disheartening at times. I am most definitely not at liberty to discuss the ongoings of Wuthering Heights with outsiders, but I must confide in someone. The emotional toils berating me daily have left me withered and sometimes I fear it is too much for me to bear. I trust that as my kin you will take this sentiment into account and refrain from disclosing these sensitive circumstances.

I suppose I must’ve mentioned Mistress Catherine to you before in my earlier letters. As of late, Mistress Catherine has found in me some form of a captive confidant. Oh my dear sister! The things she tells me! A notion has possessed her that she’s to marry Mr. Linton, despite being enamored with Mr. Heathcliff. Now I’m not one to refuse a hearty conversation, as my line of work can become monotonous. Initially, I entertained her callow naivety, and questioned her peculiar motivations. I found her love for Mr. Linton to be ingenuously lacking at the least and maliciously falsified at the most. But the conversation became increasingly unsettling as it progressed. She pronounced to me not only her love for Mr. Heathcliff, but that their souls were one in the same. Now, such a proclamation left me thoroughly distressed. My Christian upbringings remind me that the Lord breathed life into all of mankind, but when I look at Mr. Heathcliff, I fear he was forged in Hell! Should the two be one in the same, I’d fear serving them to disrupt my place with the Lord.

Despite my disquietude, I understand that my occupation is integral to the family and I must preserve my good standings within the household at all costs. For this purpose, I have taken to indulging Mistress Catherine’s illogical diatribes and offering my sincerest advice. I find myself severely under-qualified to dispel her absurd convictions. Had I known I’d be taking a job as a therapist as well in this line of work, I’d have been better off to bypass this cursed household altogether. Despite my distaste for her and her circuitous hysteria, I offer my best consultations. After all, I work out of necessity not for pleasure. However, I predict my efforts will be in vain, as Mistress Catherine has gotten into the habit of disparaging the good name of the Earnshaws through her rash judgements. Wherever that devil of man leads her, God help us all.

Please do keep me in your prayers, dear. Enclosed in this letter is some of my earnings for you and your family. Do take care, my precious sister.

All of my love,

Nelly