Dearest Emily,

I’m sorry. It should have been me or this should have been you. But now, I’m here, Thora is carrying my baby, and you’re just as we left you.  I’m so sorry. So very sorry. My love. I should have been the one to get sick, not you.

Thora’s pregnant. I can’t wrap my head around it. I should have eaten a bullet when I still had them or a gun for that matter. I should be with you. I’m so so sorry.

Forgive me,

Jubal