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I know I received it. I read it. I can still remember bits of it. Vividly, in fact. I’m absolutely certain about it. There’s no way in hell I dreamt it or imagined it. It was far too real. The whole evening was. My neck is still bruised. My elbow is still bloody. My head is still pounding with the force of a million volts. Everything is as clear as it could be, considering the circumstances, and this is no different.
There’s no way I would have deleted it. Not a chance. It was something I knew I needed to read with fresh eyes in the morning. I even remember double-checking I’d locked the doors and put the chain across. It scared the living s**t out of me. I didn’t imagine it.
Yesterday is a bizarre mix of blurred memories and absolute clarity. I can still see the look in Cath’s eyes
