I’m gone, but I didn’t leave you. Well, I guess technically I did, but not because I wanted to. Yes, when you came back, I wasn’t there, and my stuff was moved, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I know you tried to reach me and I refused to answer you, but it wasn’t what you’re thinking. Yes, the bank account was withdrawn, and your credit card was pulled to the limit, but not because I was pressing. See, I was murdered by my daughter, who then made it seem like I ran away to live with her, never to see you again. Now, the only I can be with you is to haunt you and pray someday you’ll discover the truth.