June 27, 2017, two days since Mitch died

My love,

Last night was even harder.

I miss you, Mitchie. I want to die. So, so badly.

Kirstie, Avi, and Kevin found out today. I didn't tell them. The police did. How they found out who they are, I have no idea, but it's good, I guess. If it were up to me to tell, they would never find out.

Kirstie cried. Kevin almost did. Avi was just numb.

Someone tried to talk to me today. The guy's name was Rick.

I ignored him. I'm not about to betray you.

I wish you were here, baby.

I don't know why I'm writing another letter. Maybe I feel like you're actually reading them. If you are, please tell me. Please come back.

Yours,

Scott xx