Dear Lily,

I hate it here, but I must remember to praise the Lord for all he has given me and if nothing else, I just want you to learn from my mistakes. I want Ronald to learn from my mistakes. I want to tell my story.

I don’t have to look back. I remember where I left off. I left off finding out Philip and his mother had been killed. I was sitting on the bathroom floor with Rose’s arms encircling me, sweating with that brown vomit drying on the corners of my mouth. The tears wouldn’t stop.

All of a sudden I saw your parents and even Deidre. They heard my screams and came running.

“Phone Dr. O’Malley, Deidre,” your mother said. Deidre just stood there, looking stunned at the sight of my...

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