Heaven

9 Rectory Gardens, Reddish, SR5 KL9

Dear Micheal,

it was on a bleak midwinter day, I thought it was my day son I really did. Then I heard a woman cry out, “Mirian o’h Mirian”, I ran to her distress, to find it was a message, there John, right there on your desk. I had to get it off my chest, when Constance ran away leaving me feeling bereft, it was like a gunshot to my chest.

I tossed and I turned, I couldn’t rest, thoughts running round and round until I was emotionally a mess. I knew I just needed to rest, Victoria was on my mind you see, running all around the Country, looking from County to County, but you see my deerest Michael, do not worry about your plight as everyone died on the running round of the encircled entrapment of Angela’s plight.

I wish I had more to say Michael but honestly everything is okay,

kindest regards

Dawn Earnshaw

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