Sloane's letter was still at my desk for days. I didn't want to read anything referring to Tono.
I was afraid of what was written. I hadn't told her anything before and I explained everything within four papers, in 171 lines and 2133 words.
In a few years she would be forgotten by some.
Then by more.
Then by many.
And when everyone that knew her would die, it would seem as if she never existed.
