Apr. 2
Dear Corinne,
Dead. Like a weight. I only get out of bed to pee, and I keep the blinds closed, but I don't sleep. I watch the minutes blink by: 2:30, 3:45, 7:18.
I keep seeing his wet eyes, his blood drying on my hands. And it's all I can do not to scream.
Love,
Leigh
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