Merry Christmas, Iz… I miss you. We all do. This is our second Christmas without you. Time seems to be speeding up, taking me further and further away from you. I wish I could stop it. Slow it down. Every day that passes, means less and less of a chance of you being found alive. There’s so much I regret. So much I would’ve done differently. So much I would’ve told you. Now would be a good time for you to finally come home… give us a sign, something, anything. I’m sorry. I never should’ve left you I wish it was me
