Dear Liza,

I wonder what possessed you to leave me like this. To leave me and our son bleeding in the middle of those woods.

Now he’s dead. Thank you so much for ruining my life. Our son loves so much. He’s told me many things about you after he died. His ghost haunts me to this day. I know it’s been over five years now, but your death haunts me to. He keeps telling me you say hi.

Goodbye Liza.

From You Dearest Love,

Isabelle Lewis.