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thirteen

Dear mom,

Eddie told me today that it hurts so bad when you disappoint a parent, because all you wanted to do was make them happy. I bet Eds knows what it's like to disappoint Sonia more than I do to you guys. Sonia was never a nice lady, was she? I wished she was nicer that night. Or just in general, so I didn't have to see Eddie so upset some days.

I can't really stop thinking about her. How we left her. How we didn't even try and help. We just ran. We were scared, mom. We're still scared. More now with Beverly and Bill and Stanley gone. I hope they're okay. I really do.

Are you and dad doing okay?

There's a motel a city away. Might stay there for a night or two if Mike is up for it. If he's not we might just sleep in the car again. Ben's worried the police have the license plates and are searching for us that way. It made me scared too.

Speaking about parents, and depending on how you and dad took the first letter I'm not sure you're going to give me much information, but have you heard anything about Frank Kaspbrak? Eddie's dad? The police say he's alive. Eddie doesn't think he is. I'm not sure which side to believe. If he is I don't know how he's going to help. He hasn't been in Eddie's life for seventeen years. What the fuck are police going to do with seventeen years that Frank doesn't have?

If he's even alive in the first place, that is.

I haven't spoken to Ben all day. It's almost eight pm. Do you think we'll get through this? I'm scared to know the answer. I've only talked to Mike once, and that was to ask if he wanted to drive or me. He said he would, so here I am writing. Eddie is still with me, at least. He took a few papers to doodle on. I looked at them, he's not very good. But that's okay, he's

they're still cute. The drawings.

I'm sorry this letter is so short. There's not much to talk about when all you do is sit in a car all day. I'm not sure where we are, I didn't recognize the city name. I would tell you where we last were, but until I clarify with Mike, I'm not allowed to say anything that could give us away.

Mike doesn't trust you. I'm not sure why. I trust you, mom.

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mom, I'm writing this later in the day. Mike doesn't know. Here's the Address to the motel if you write back. Please don't send the cops. I don't Think I'll be able to handle anything more. I love you

2575 E Center St, Warsaw, IN

Had to ask someone where we were. Please don't call anyone. I trust you. Mike would hate me forever, more than he already does probably

- Rich T