Chapter 1.8 (Claire)

I picked up the seventh letter, yearning for more information. I noticed this one wasn’t dated on my birthday like the others, but a few days after my mother’s death. A lump formed in my throat immediately, making it hard for me to swallow.

Claire-Bear,
I know I usually write these letters on your birthday, but a letter came through the mail today, rocking all our lives so hard that I just have to write you now, as it is all I’m allowed to do for now, which sucks.
I learned your Mom died a few days ago. I can’t imagine what you must be going through but I want you to know that if I could, I’d be with you now.
Sweetest Claire, you might feel like half your family is gone now, but in truth, this is where your family is, in La Push, and it’s much bigger than just your Mom and Dad. It’s all of us. And I’m sure you’ll soon find out.
All my love,
Quil

I had to pause for a few minutes after this letter, because I was sobbing so violently, it was impossible for me to read on.