Dany has never been big on writing before. But the letter is her final say. She addresses her words to her kid sister, Mac. But the letter is for all of them really. For those who tried to save her, for those she tried to save. The words are for a little girl who can’t talk, and a little boy who can’t breathe. The words are for Aunt Norah and Mister Faraday and Jasper and Bea and Liz. The words are for Eva, and her mom and dad.
The last earthly words of Danielle-Jean Munday.
I probably won’t be around by the time you get this, she types. If you get this. They don’t exactly have postal service where they’ve got me. I guess if you’re reading this, you’ll be a lot older than five.
Old enough, I hope, to understand.
So, yeah, I made mistakes. I screwed up. I might have even screwed up
