Dear Lyra,

Do you remember mom? Do you know how she is? I haven't seen in her months.

I wonder if she's with Aunt Debby now after everything. I mean, her family's gone, I hope she's with Aunt Debby.

I remember when she tucked us both into bed and read us that one fairytale. I have no recollection of it but I vaguely remember a man talking about cutting a tree open making it bleed. It was weird, but isn't that how fairytales are?

She would kiss both our heads and gave us a smile, telling us sweet dreams before heading to bed herself. Than, ritually, you would pull out a flashlight and let me crawl in your bed to read Diary Of a Wimpy Kid.

It was when you were...what? No less than 10, I know that. I must've been 8 than, maybe 7. It seemed so long ago. Mainly because it was. Ten years?

Yeah, ten. Ten very long years.

I wish it was ten years ago again. I wish I could get a time machine and see your face again. But I don't think Slenderman would like that

Love, your baby brother, Toby