LETTER #421
June 14th
Little Bird,
They tell you time stops in a place like this, but it doesn’t. It eats away at your memory until everything looks gray. But not you. You’re the only thing that kept the color in my head. I’m coming home. I’ve done my time, and I’ve earned my way out. I’ll be there soon.
I’m coming for you.
— Uncle Cade









damnnn i was hoping real uncle