Dear Mark
How are you?
I know this will be one of many letters I write to you, just because there was so much unsaid. It might get ugly. I can't apologise for that. It is what it is.
Are you alive?
That is all I can think to write right now. I might be tired or scared or it's just too sad to think about and dredge up.
It is enough for now.
Regards,
Bea
