My Astraea, I’m sorry. If you’re reading this, that means your luggage got to your aunt’s house and you’re an ocean away from me. Fuck, I miss you already. Prom was the best night of my life. That memory is going to fuel my recovery, Astraea, I promise. I have to go to rehab. I’m leaving today after Trent drops you at the airport. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. Please don’t be mad at your dad. I asked him to send you early. I promise I’ll explain in detail when I get out and you come home in the fall. Enjoy England. I know it’s been your dream since you were little. Take lots of
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