Dear Sis, Love Dove

letter 1 September 5, 2024

Dear Sis.

it's raining out, fitting isn't it? He's screaming again and it makes me want to put our plan into action a bit sooner than expected. Is that what you did? If so, where did you go? Why didn't you take me with you? you know I would've gone. You know I would do anything to get out of here. No one knows where you went. If you went anywhere at all. I don't know how to feel anything other than scared and the occasional bouts of happiness. This feeling is new. I know, I know. I feel like I should hate you but I can't I see your side but I can't figure out why you didn't take me. When you come back please take me. Please. please. I know you probably can't wherever you are. I miss you so much. the police say you are most likely dead somewhere. They don't know about all our plans. I'm waiting for you so we can put the first one into action. Where are you? Somewhere sunny? Somewhere fun? Or are you like he said. Rotting in a sewer somewhere. Or are you like the police said? I don't know but I want to believe. I do believe it's just you are making it pretty hard. Is that what you want? Please come back. I'll be good. I won't steal your sweaters anymore. Just come back.

Love, Your Dove

P.S come back soon!

Letter 2, September 8, 2025

Dear Sis.

I'm in the basement again. Punishment for failing my math test. To make matters worse it's colder than usual outside, and the basement still hasn't gotten insulation yet. I know you won't see these but it makes me feel better if I can write to you. It isn't at all like the conversations we used to have at night on the roof. Do you still think of those times? It's where we formed the plan. It's almost my birthday. The big 16 but we both know that he won't allow us to celebrate it. Lily and Lila though, they said they'd host a 'study group' so I can have a celebration. A small one just the three of us. Nothing like what we planned. But hey if you can deviate from the plan I can too. I hate you right now, I mean really hate you. I don't under stand why you left me here. In this hellhole. You know what I hope the cops are right. I hope he is right. I hate you. I hate you. You could've saved me and you didn't I don't understand. You are supposed to be the oldest. Why did you leave me. Why? I can't understand it, I would've taken you if you were here and I was going to leave. So why didn't you. Did you take Alex? Did you take Lizzie? Why not me? They held a funeral for you yesterday. I don't think you are dead. I think you are just partying away somewhere and trying to forget about us. Me included. You know what fine two can play at this game. Goodbye, Go die.

Your Dove

hope your dead.

Letter 3, September 18, 2025

Dear Sis.

Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! He found out about the 'study group'. Back in the basement, but hey it's warmer out! Also now I have candy that I hid from Halloween it's only a little stale. Yeah, i'm lying I don't know why i'm being so optimistic. I think it's 'cause your out somewhere without me and I'm stuck in this town. Why, WHY WHY, did you leave me here. deep down part of me understands and I think that's the reason I am still writing these letters but that's really deep down. I need you, and you're not here. I NEED YOU. Can't you understand that. It's my sixteenth birthday and you're not here, but I am. And guess what the birthday girl is doing on her birthday! Crying, locked in a basement. You know what. You left and i'm tired of pining over you like puppy who lost it's favorite toy. I'm done with you goodbye. You probably aren't even reading these. You are just partying away somewhere. Disneyland? that's where we planned we would go for my birthday. You promised you would take me. You promised. I hate you. You took yourself away. GO rot in a ditch. I don't care anymore. I shouldn't have cared in that first letter.

Your; Dove

letter 4, June 15, 2026

dear sis.

Hi, I'm graduating now and I'm nervous. He hit me last night left a bruise on my face and i'm scared. I know I said I was done with you. I just wanted you to know I miss you. I hate you and love you. You could've taken me with you. You could've done more than let him hit us and push us around. Please don't come back he's still mad. I'll go find you. Why do I keep writing to you? You never respond and most likely never read these. You swore you would find me that day I saw you sneak out. YOU SWORE. trust existed if you come back now. I wouldn't talk to you. I would hit you and scratch at you and kill you you swore you'd come back. Where did you go? Alex's? Telling him one last goodbye? I don't understand you. I never will. This will always be there in my mind. Where did you go? I asked around no one saw you that night. No one. Not even your shirt. I know what shirt you wore, and I know the earrings you brought in your bag. Why don't I know where you went. This isn't my last letter. I know you would've come back. Why didn't you come back. why didn't you come back.

Your; Dove

letter 1, June 16, 2026

'dove'

Stop digging. This isn't about you.

this is a warning. I suggest you heed it.

From: Him.

(clipped from a newspaper) June 24, 2026

Luna Dove Grace was found dead at the scene of the crash. Head on. No other fatalities.

Letter 2, June 25, 2026

Dear Dove

i warned you.

From: Him.