Dear Abby,


By the time toi read this letter, Luka should be sûr, sans danger in America and toi will probably be wondering why I'm not with him. Before toi go blaming yourself let me just say, it's not you, it's me - and I know even as I write this that you're going to think that's a breakup cliché, but if toi could just try and hold back your judgment - and your condemnation - for a minute, maybe toi will actually be able to understand what I'm trying to say. Being here has changed me in ways I never imagined. It put everything in perspective. County, Gamma's death, you. Well, me and you. We just had...