I'm terribly sorry, everyone.
Honestly, if Wolf hadnt found me, and basically forced me to stay awake and drive out of that truckstop, I don't know what would have happened.
We think the exhaustion, the emotional strain and only eating junk food on an empty stomach was what caused me to get so I'll, but I'm having doubts.
Between you and me, internet, I think it might be
But I have to soldier on. People are depending on me. No one's depended on me for such a long time.
Wolf is a better traveling companion than might be expected. Relatively silent, and rather gruff, to be sure but companionable. I'll write up a post about our adventures so far in a little bit.
But I believe I promised Dia a story.
I've...Ive avoided talking about Brian if I could. Brian is a bit more...personal.
Brian would tell me in High School, first, that he loved me. But we knew each other since we were little. We were neighbors. Maurice lived a few houses down the road, which in Barkhamstead means that he was quite a distance away.
Brian was a quiet boy. He loved to read, explore the woods that surrounded us and he was the kind of boy who liked to help people. He was so sweet to his parents to animals to me
I remember one time, in High School, while we were dating, Brian took me by the hand, lead me to his car and drove me to the Reservoir. People call it Saville Dam now, I guess.
We stood on the outcropping in the middle for well over an hour, Brian dragging on a cigar, unable to say the words he felt but I knew and held him as we both wept.
But they were happy tears. We needed each other.
Maurice was a specter that haunted both of us. Neither of us could resist him.
No one can.
But it was Brian who would be my protector and savior.
I promise I'll explain everything soon.
I promise. I'm sorry.