e ‐

I don’t know what else to do.

I went to the house before I left and you weren’t there. Not that I thought you would be.

The other people here are mailing letters, so I’m just going to try to do it that way. Post them just like everyone else does… and just hope that you get them.

It doesn’t make any sense… but none of this does.

They gave me a train ticket to go to Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Whatever brought this on, or whatever I’m “supposed” to see ‐ if that’s what this is all about ‐ maybe it’s there.

So I’m going to go.

And hope that’s where this all ends.

Give the boys a hug for me. Tell them I’m safe and I’ll be back soon.

I’m sorry, e. I’m so sorry. I’m trying to figure this all out.

J