Prologue
Tobias
Today is the second year since she died. It still seems impossible, but somehow it happened.
She wouldn't have wanted me to mope around. I can't help it though. It was impossible that she was still. But she is.
I miss her more than anything. I will never be able to marry anyone. Not with the memory of her.
Sleep. I need to get some sleep but I can't. Tomorrow is the starting of reconstruction. Two years ago, in the war, Chicago fell apart. But tomorrow they are tearing down the wall.
I don't know what's out there. No one does. I've always wondered. She did, too.