5/3/98
Dear Tristin,
It's been three years. Three years since you ditched your family. Your life. Three years since you walked out that door and told me you'd write me back. That you'd come back. But neither has happened.
I'm sitting here, writing this letter to you, knowing that you won't respond, but still, writing it. Why am I writing it? Neither of us know.
-Ace
