Dear Abby,


By the time tu read this letter, Luka should be seguro in America and tu will probably be wondering why I'm not with him. Before tu go blaming yourself let me just say, it's not you, it's me - and I know even as I write this that you're going to think that's a breakup cliché, but if tu could just try and hold back your judgment - and your condemnation - for a minute, maybe tu will actually be able to understand what I'm trying to say. Being here has changed me in ways I never imagined. It put everything in perspective. County, Gamma's death, you. Well, me and you. We just had...