Maria Oh Maria

She sent the woods to me in an envelope, an envelope I wished I never opened.

I've been getting anonymous letters for 3 months now. And I cannot say in words how much my life has been demolished by them.

Say, stranger, are you going to read her letters? are you curious about what and who it was that tore apart my life, haunted my soul, devoured my peace?

Then again, I do not matter. The book isn't about me at all.

What matter are the letters in the black envelope and the horrendous story they contain.

But do not skip the warning. I beg you. Do not skip the warning. Please. . .