Dear Elanora,

I don’t have much time, and I hate I have to write to you instead of demonstrating face to face the severity of my situation. I cannot move easily— my legs have been incapacitated by my fall I took a week or so back. I also cannot tell you where I’m writing this letter, and you wont be able to contact me anymore. One last time, I wanted to solidify my position: the family is broken and dangerous, and I refuse to be a part of it anymore. You are a wonderful sister, and I’m sorry I can’t bring you with me. I am slow enough with my troubled legs, you would be better off running on your own time. Bide your time, be the perfect daughter, and once they trust you again— run. Run fast, be smart, but most importantly, be prepared.

Love you to the moon and back,

JPM