Chapter 8
Emberford Department of Corrections
James,
I know it’s been a few months since we talked about this, but I FINALLY TOLD THEM!
It was weird and kind of terrible, but could be worse, I guess. They didn’t kick me out or anything, but my father went stone silent and my mother started crying. She eventually got up and went into her room, and it was just me and dad. And all he said was,“thank you for telling us”.
They’ve been in their room with the door closed for like an hour and I wish I knew what they were saying in there. Fortunately, I have a shift at the diner this afternoon and will be heading out in like 10 minutes.
I’ve never been more excited to have to work before. I think everything will be okay, but I wish it had gone better.
I don’t think they were mad, but I could taste their disappointment.
Ugh... I wish you could have been there. I think it would have made it easier. Hell, I wish you were here right now. I swear the only thing that keeps me going is our letters. I’ve never had someone I trusted as much as I trust you, and we’ve never even met.
I don’t want to seem weird or anything, but sometimes I daydream about us hanging out. Chit-chatting about this or that… maybe people-watching as we have coffee. Do you like coffee? Everyone says I drink way too much of the stuff, but it’s like the only thing that gives me life.
How’s the mechanics classes coming? I know you said it’s your favorite part of the week because you get out of your cell and get to work with your hands for a few hours, but are you actually liking mechanics? Your dad owns a shop somewhere, right? Are you gonna work there when you get out?
I have to head to work, but I hope you are doing well.
I wish you were here,
Avery