Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Keir,
I made it to Seattle.
Not sure how this is all going to play out.
The people helping me said I should rest tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow. They’ll figure out how to help me—whatever that means.
I feel kind of hopeful again.
Which is weird, because a week ago I couldn’t imagine how my life would unfold. I didn’t even know if there was any solution. A solution that didn’t include losing my future and fucking anybody else’s along the way. I kept hoping you’d help me—but you left before I could even say anything.
Truth is, I was scared to tell you.
Part of me thought you’d notice something was wrong.
Part of me hoped you’d ask.
Maybe if you had . . . but I guess the “ifs” don’t matter anymore, do they?
Hopefully, tomorrow’s better. I’ll keep you updated. It’s not like you’re reading these, but it feels like I need to tell you anyway.
It’s our thing, right?
I talk. You listen. This makes life feel less lonely.
Love,
Simone