FAYE
By the time I finally finished the letter, I realized something important.
It was never going to sound perfect.
There was no perfect way to explain any of this.
No perfect arrangement of words that would suddenly make this situation seem normal or reasonable, or less insane than it actually was.
So eventually...
I stopped trying too hard.
The letter wasn’t supposed to be elegant.
It wasn’t supposed to convince anyone.
It was simply information.
That was all.
An explanation.
A final account in case things went wrong.
I sat there quietly for another moment with the folded letter in my hands, staring down at the envelope after slipping the paper inside.
My signature already sat at the bottom.
I exhaled softly through my nose.
The room around me had gone quieter now.
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