They will come here soon. Rue is gone. Maya is gone. The kids are gone. It’s just me. I’ve been writing everything relentlessly. Every word has been repeated by my tongue and annotated. I am chosen for this imperative task and it’s complete . My fingers are worn to the bone. I used our blood when ink ran dry months ago. A tower of pages awaits review. My rewards will be delivered soon. I can’t remember Maya’s face. I can’t remember my kids’ faces. Tears burn my cheeks. My eyes, long gone, will soon remember. Three knocks reverberate. They’re here. Welcome.