One Year and Four Months

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Dearest Adam,

Today was your funeral.

Everyone in town comforted me as I sobbed. Your brother is having me move in with him. Not in the way you're thinking, this is not an act of romance, but simply filling out your wishes for me to be safe.

You see, our town has been burned to the ground, and I have no where to live. Jack insisted that I live with him, and I will be safe in there. But if I leave I worry you will never find me...

It's been one year and four months of crying for you. The people today at the funeral tell me it's time to move on...but I can't.

Love,
Your Jenna

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