September 26th 2015

Dear Nora,

It has been two weeks from the last time I wrote to you and he is still here. He leaves for just an hour and then he just comes back. He is sleeping in his car and all day he just walks back and forth, glancing sideways at my window.

I don't know what to do. I can't sneak out from the backdoor every time, it's my house!

Why is he here? I don't want to talk to him, not now, not ever! Why aren't you here, Nora? I need you. You were good with this, I never was.

I need you,

Aurora