January

Dear Will,

Writing this letter after hundred emails, texts, and missed phone calls. I've read over that email a hundred times, searching for clues. The investigators couldn't even find anything. All we know is you're alive, and that's good.

After you shattered my world, I went straight to the police station. I didn't say goodbye to anyone. At first, everyone in the police station thought I was just a crazy drunk until they saw the email. I couldn't wait until the morning.

I woke up with such a bad hangover. I almost convinced myself your email was a dream. When I opened my email, it was still there. I also had billions of texts and missed calls. You were back to being the top story.

What can I say about January? It was more the same. I've been going to classes. Baby Wheeler-Byers is growing strong. By April, we should know the gender. They can confirm that it's only one. That isn't surprising. Neither of them has twins in their families.

Lucas and Max are finally back from their honeymoon. They left right after Christmas. They were gone for about two weeks. They stayed in a shack near the beach. They've moved into a small apartment together.

They're great! Jane and Dustin are great! Nancy and Jonathan are great! Everyone but me is doing great. I know you want me to do great too, but I can't. You want me to find someone new, but I can't. That goodbye didn't feel like forever. You're still out there, probably in danger.

I'm going for a walk. Being stuck in this stuffy apartment isn't doing good things for me. I love you. I'll write again soon.

Love, your boyfriend,

Mike