The Cartel's Next Lie

Letter #13

Delia—

I’m wearing green tonight. Shiloh picked it. Cal said I look like Mom.

I didn’t know what to do with that, so I did nothing, which is becoming my signature move whenever someone hands me a feeling too big to stab.

I’m babbling, because I’m scared of what might happen tonight. Not enough to stay home, but enough to wish you would warn me.

Can you please come and talk to me? Please…do…I don’t know. Something.