text; pockets full of stones

[nascensibility]

[She very much debates sending this. It isn't her style, not after the losses she's endured, not after the way this place takes, and takes, and takes, so much that it becomes commonplace, that she should find herself numb to it. Evelyn doesn't particularly anticipate replies; people go missing every day.

Her son's room is entirely empty. Evelyn knows what it means.]

If anyone sees a tow-headed boy, eight years old, please contact me.

His name is Alex.

E. O'Connell

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( text. ) sob i'm sorry doc

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn doesn't want to come across as rude. It's never her intention to do so, but these are sympathies and rational thoughts that don't feel rational at all.]

Then I hope I do not sound callous or presumptuous when I say that you cannot possibly understand what the loss of one's child feels like. That rational thought regarding their safety is attached to their proximity to you. That not being able to hold them is heartbreaking.

I am well aware that this place is not friendly to adults, let alone children, but I would

I would give anything. To have him here.