Grayson,
It wasn't you. The body was not you. Thank goodness. I was shaking and I couldn't breath when I first saw the body, covered in a thin white sheet. Your sister clung onto me the whole time. The pain caused by her hand on my arm reflected the pain I had been feeling even since you disappeared. When I found out the body wasn't you, I felt relieved. Although the sight of a dead body wasn't the nicest, it wasn't you. Which made me happier than I had been in a while. It may have been temporary, but at least I have some hope to cling onto.
The hope that you're alive.
-Mads
