4th July

          I’m at Matt’s house. I have very little with me, except this diary and a phone, both having to fit into a small handbag. Today is the day Matt has said he’ll take me to this other place.

          He still won’t tell me where we are going, and we are leaving in an hour’s time. It could be an hour’s drive, five minutes, three days …

          I don’t even know if I’ll ever come home again; don’t even know if I’ll ever see my family again.

The End

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