A Letter Never Sent

Dear J,

You probably won’t read this.
In fact, I’m not even sure why I’m writing.

Maybe it’s because last night didn’t feel like work.
Or maybe it’s because, for once, I left a room with more questions than answers.

When I arrived at your penthouse in Yorkville, I expected the usual:
A brief hello. A drink. Some small talk before things unfolded as they always do.

But you didn’t touch me.
You didn’t even look at me for the first ten minutes.

You just stood by the window, holding a photo of a little girl with bright red mittens.
You didn’t explain.
I didn’t ask.

Sometimes silence is more sacred than words.

When you finally spoke, your voice cracked:
“She would’ve been five today.”

And just like that, the air changed.

I sat beside you.
No agenda. No performance.

You talked about her.
Not with pain, but with longing.
You didn’t want comfort — just presence.

So I stayed.
Not as Isla Benoit the companion.
Just as Isla.

We shared tea instead of wine.
Stories instead of seduction.

You fell asleep halfway through telling me about her favorite book:
“Goodnight Moon.”

I tucked the blanket around your shoulders before I left.
Quietly. Carefully.
As if the moment might break if I breathed too loud.

Maybe I was never meant to send this.
But somehow, I wanted to thank you.

For reminding me that in this city full of noise,
even paid time can carry something pure.

Yours for a moment,
Isla Benoit

Who Is Isla Benoit?

With a calming energy and natural emotional intelligence, Isla Benoit offers more than intimacy—she provides companionship in its most human form. Based in Toronto, Isla is the kind of escort who listens deeply, respects boundaries, and brings stillness into every space she enters.