Mem,
I'm sorry to write to you like this after we both agreed not to, but it’s important.
Really important.
You’re probably wondering why I sent this letter to you with Bridget on a Sunday, rather than just waiting to send it tomorrow with the courier service. Well, Mem, I need her to be there with you when you read it—and Tally, too, who Bridget was supposed to pick up on her way to you. Did she? If not, I need you to wait. Just trust me and wait until Tally gets there to read it. Okay? You’re going to need both of them.
Please sit down and try to remember to breathe. Because this is going to hurt.
If I was a braver guy, I’d come and tell you all this in person. But I don’t think I could do that, Mem. I can barely even get out these words with ink. But here goes.
Ezra is in a coma,
