Slowly.
Terrified.
Scarlett,
I don’t know how to start this.
I’ve started it a thousand different ways and none of them make sense.
They took me inside today.
The bars closed.
The lights flickered.
The door locked behind me.
And the only thing I could think was?—
you didn’t look at me.
Not once.
You kept your eyes on your hands like if you looked up, you’d break.
Like I’d break.
Maybe we already did.
I keep hearing your voice.
The one you used in court.
Flat.
Strained.
Nothing like the way you used to talk to me when it was just us.
You said you didn’t know why I did it.
You said we were never close.
Do you know how that sounded?
It sounded like you were trying to erase me.
Erase everything.
I don’t know what you think this letter is.
I don’t know if you’ll even read it.
You’re probably angry.
Or scared.
Or both.
