How are you doing? I’m tired from work today, so I’m taking some time to relax. I’ve been doing more writing, which is exciting. What have you been up to lately?
I must admit, questions like that feel empty. I know there will be no answer. I have become resigned to the thought that I will likely never see you again. How could I? A custody trial feels like fantasy, and going to your house will never work — for whatever the reason it is that I am threatening, I will never be acknowledged, again cast to my solitary confinement room. For reasons unknown, and so efficiently done that neither of us (I presume) had no idea it had happened, each of us were rendered perfectly alone. I am never to see my home, family, or friends again, and neither you your family. Grief and fear are very close companions, as C.S Lewis once wrote about. I grieve for and fear my family everyday, for how I was once accepted and now have been violently rejected. Be safe, dear sister, for while you have always been the favorite, I still have fond memories of our mother.
With love,
Alice