myself onto the floor.
My hands trembled as I unfolded the letter.
“My darling Ingrid,” I read aloud.
My voice cracked.
“If you are reading this, then I am gone, and you are angry. You have every right to be. But do not let anger become the room you live in. It will keep you safe for a while, then lock you inside.” Roomsoundproofing solutions
I couldn’t continue reading …
