Bucket…
I’m…not sure what to write here, honestly…I’ve delayed this letter long enough, but with the end of the season approaching, it feels wrong to leave things hanging. You’ve always been upfront with me, and I will always do the same.
Chelsea…I can’t tell what’s going on with her anymore, and any attempts to aid her are being fully refused now. She won’t even talk to me about you, or your letters, or what’s happening. She just…stays in her room. Even with how she’s acting, I just can’t shake off this feeling.
She misses you, more than I’ve ever seen somebody miss someone.
Something just doesn’t feel right, to me. It’s been a few years, but there’s an off feeling to the way this has all gone, and looking back on your letters…I guess…I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Maybe I’m just anxious, haha.
…I hope you’re alright. And that you can come home soon.
Happy holidays…
-Miller.