I Don’t Know If This Will Reach You.

This wasn’t supposed to be here. And I don’t know if you’ll even see it.

But if you do… please keep going. She’s somewhere inside - the girl who didn’t come back. They say it is broken, but maybe it’s memory that fractures first.

There’s a house. You’ll know it when you’re close. Things won’t look wrong… but they’ll feel wrong. It remembers more than she does. More than we do.

I’ve traced this hiccup so many times, I think I’m becoming part of it. But if someone new steps in - maybe that changes something. Maybe she’ll hear you.

Or maybe you’ll just become another echo.

Please don’t stop. Even if she already has.