Autumn found a polaroid amongst our letters. What was on it really wasn't pretty. He tried to hide it from me for a couple of days. But I knew there was a problem, he was tense, worried. One time during dinner, I asked him and he answered. He showed me the photo.
The boy was laying on a concrete floor, the backpack shredded. There was so much blood. I... What can I say?
His head had been cut off and was laying a foot away from where it should have been. I'm sorry Innes.
The back was signed "Friend."
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