Dec. 24
Dear Corinne,
My cousins insisted on playing hide and seek. I'm in the furnace room, in the basement, behind the hot water tank; I think they've gone through three rounds now and haven't found me, so I've decided to write. Granny overcooked the turkey again. And the scarf Aunt Bea knit for me is bright orange. I can hear everyone talking, and the little kids are running across the kitchen upstairs. Their footsteps are like gunshots.
It's actually kind of nice being here. It's like revisiting a memory from when I was a kid. It feels safe and familiar.
I keep thinking of ways I could tell people that I need help. Who I would tell, what I would say- but I haven't had enough courage to actually talk to someone. I wonder what would happen. Everyone would make a big deal out of it. Mr. Soren would lose his job and go to jail. People at school would look at me differently.
But as stupid as it sounds, I don't want to admit defeat.
Love,
Leigh
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