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 Sophie, when you disappeared it tore us apart. I know you left us in the way you had always threatened to, because I feel it in my heart. I feel the emptiness of knowing that you are not alive anymore, and knowing that I won't ever speak to you again. But I also know the freedom that I hope you feel. Your mother can't hate you anymore, your uncle can't rape you anymore, your father won't be able to forget you now. You broke a lot of hearts that day, with that decision, and someone we both love has never been the same again. He cries every night, you know, and your name is carved into his skin. You broke him into a million pieces and I've spent the last two years trying to find all the bits and put them back together best I can.  I can't say to myself that you didn't mean to leave, because I know you did. And that is reason enough to hate you. But I understand why you left us, and someday, when he can hear your name without sinking to his knees, I'll forgive you. I hope to god that day will be soon.