5/3/97
Dear Tristin,
It's been a year. Today. You've been gone a whole goddamn year. I have nothing. I'm in foster care. I get switched out once a month to a different home. Sometimes even a different state.
Riley is out of my life.
I'm never going to forgive you for leaving.
You said you'd reply.
You said you wouldn't be gone that long.
But it's been 365 days.
And you haven't replied once.
Screw you.
-Ace
