Dear Annabelle Grace Brown, I'm sorry I left, but there was no other option; they were going to find me. If you are reading this, I'm more than likely dead. Lately I've been running out of food, water, and it's getting colder out every night. I can already hear the sounds of their footsteps getting closer by the second. I must leave now. I apologize, but this most likely will be the last thing you receive from me. I promise, if it gets safe, I'll be back for you. Sincerely, Margaret Rose.