Things are going well here. That's a lie. I know you warned me about what I was getting myself into, but now that I'm actually helping a man I truly despise, it isn't easy. And I'm doing it all for a family I'm not even sure wants me around. It's funny, right? In New York, I used to snap my fingers and make things happen, but that old trope doesn't seem to be working here. But I'm lonely, and I hate it, and I miss you. I miss you.

Jessica