A/N: Bit of a downer, but I think it speaks to the intense pain Kate's going through at this point.
February 12, 1999
Dear Mom,
There are glass shards in the carpet, and every photo of you that hadn't already been hidden has been smashed. It wasn't me. And I don't want to talk about it.
College's going fine. My friends are fine. Everything is fine. The fact that I have to repeat this in my head like a mantra is fine too.
Classes are fine.
Even the ones that remind me of you.
College life is fine.
Even though I don't participate in it much.
Home is fine.
Dad is fine.
Life is fine.
I am fine.
How I wish anything in the last ten sentences was true.
This is, though: I would give anything to have you back. Including my life.
Kate
