Dear Julia
Since I left you the other night, I have realised something. I realised that I really need to talk to someone about all of this, and I don’t have anyone I can talk to.
I met someone the other day. Her name is December - and she’s my cousin. I haven’t seen her since she was a little girl. I’m quite a bit older than her. I was about nineteen when her parents died. They asked me if I’d take her in, but I was young and enjoying life and didn’t want to be tied down to a parental role, so I refused. So she went into the system. I visited her a lot for the first few years, but then there was the fire. And you’ll know how things went after that. The city swallowed her, she left for a while, and we met again the other day.
I’m getting off track, but I wanted to explain the background before I go on. I don’t know her very well, but she’s family. She’s also a city coroner. I mentioned to you that I’d been at the morgue - that was where I ran into her again.
Because she’s a city coroner, I can’t talk to her about this. Not even in vague terms. I don’t trust her not to put things together.
I don’t know if I would talk to her anyway, but she would be the only option.
