It wasn't like Kya to not let me know that she was leaving or be out til the wee hours of the morning. I didn't know who her friends were because shit I didn't think she actually had friends. I was worried. I was nervous. I was scared. There wasn't no contact info on the letter that she had received and deep down inside I hoped that she was okay. I had tried calling her all night but her phone was going to voicemail and she wasn't responding to my text. I just hoped her phone was dead and she wasn't doing this on purpose. I called off of work to make sure that if she did come home late I would be there. Caught in my thoughts, my phone went off. I unlocked it and read the text.
You sure that's who it is? Ion wanna be out here risking shit and we ain't sure.
I wasn't sure that this was Marshall Price trying to contact my daughter because he himself was on Death Row. However, when we had a little fling a couple years ago when he was out he would send things to me and write little letters. I for sure knew his handwriting because it was like no other. I didn't know exactly why he went back to jail but I knew it was because of Something me and the guy I was texting did. At the time he was young, so if it came back to either of us I would take the blame, it was just a risk I was willing to take. He had more to lose than I did. When he first went back he wrote one letter to me telling me to find someone else because he wouldn't be out anytime soon. With that I never heard from him again.
I'm 95% sure that this is him.
Ite, we can meet up tomorrow to talk. Don't make no irrational decisions. I'll text you an address.
