Dear Lyra,

I wonder why we drove that night. I wonder why I didn't turn down the radio. Why must it been you? You had something. You were gonna be a nurse, you were in college already, you were beautiful.

You had a boyfriend, Dylan. He loved you and he kissed your cheek and he ruffled my hair. I remember his eyes straining to stay open because of how swollen they were when the doctor came to us.

He was there, so was mom and I. Dad wasn't though. I will never ever forgive him for that.

He was at the pub. The damn pub, drinking. He was stumbling when he came to the hospital and they almost didn't let him in.

I remember his brutal screams. They'll forever leave a mark in my head. His screaming and mom's wailing and I was silent.

I didn't know what to do. I still don't know what to do. I'm sorry

Toby.