Ari, You lock your doors at night. That’s good. But doors don’t keep me out, angel. They only keep you in. I wonder if you’ve figured it out yet. If you’ve felt it—the space beside you in the dark, the whisper of something just out of reach. I’m patient. I can wait. But when you finally realize who I am, when you say my name for the first time, I want you to remember that I was already here. I’ve always been here. Sleep well, little warrior. M
