I’m afraid to open it.

It’s ten years later.

I think if I was going to be found, or abused in some way, or even eliminated for what I might know, it would have happened by now. I even moved to a different country, on a different continent. Do you suppose I will ever feel totally safe?

But let me start at the beginning. I found him lurking on a social media site during my poetry phase. My postings were…