Sarah,

I miss I'm almost to Sacramento. It's not shit nice out. Hasn't rained in a while so shit smells like Sun's Shining. It's good. Nice. Or something like that. I'm eating. Sleeping. Promise. Haven't caught scent of anyone yet. But I'll keep trying. I'll try. Like I know you'd want me to. Like I'm heading to the River City like you always wanted to visit. wish you were here

Always yours
I love you
Your Violet

V.


Viola takes the shit note she'd taken days to draft and gives it a long look. Sighs, and ignites a corner with a crappy lighter she'd gotten from a gas station. She watches it burn up to nothing. She don't even drop it. Letting the ash be carried on the wind.

It's only a little fire. It's not like she wont heal.