Florida State Prison, July 2011
Dear Ava,
It was May when you last wrote and now it’s the end of July. I’ve tried not to worry and think the worst, but as every day passes and there’s still no word from you I can’t help but listen to the bad vibes that are now booming through my head, and planting seeds that are growing into enormous, evil looking demons that enjoy tormenting me with the depressing notions that they spit at me.
You promised that you would always write no matter what, and I trust you enough to believe that’s still the case, so what can have happened to my little Ava to stop her from writing. You know that I’d be content with just a couple of lines, just so that I know you’re doing okay.
All the old insecurities keep making themselves felt, have you found some guy that’s
