There was no return address, and I do think it might have helped. I at least know that’s what my husband would’ve thought. I was done. I wanted nothing more to do with these awful cops and their shitty investigation, I couldn’t. I ripped it up and trashed it because I wanted this to be done.

I know it may sound silly to some, but I couldn’t revisit this. I just couldn’t. This response is something I fear my husband will sympathize with, yet another reason why I haven’t told him.