The Cartel's Next Lie

Letter #12

Deedy—

We’ve slipped into a routine. And sometimes, for five whole minutes, I forget.

I forget I came here for revenge.

I forget you looked at me like a threat.

I forget the dead.

Then I remember, and it feels like betrayal. Were you ever happy there? Even once?

I need the answer to be yes.

I’m scared it isn’t.