Dear Preston,        

    I know I said I'd never write to you again, but I miss talking to you.

    I have been thinking more and more about your suicide and why you did it. perhaps everything came too quick, too soon. I still blame myself, though. Stacey wants to take the blame too. Only you know the truth behind the events of that dreadful day. 

    I am still in shock about Jen's past. All the abuse and ignorance she had to deal with. There were days when I wanted to kill T.B. for even looking at her. I knew he was thinking sick thoughts about her. I told Jen that something should be done, but she claimed that nothing could be done. I feared for her and she feared for he family.

    Ya know, I wish you would've stuck around to watch Ryan grow up. He looks just like me when I was his age. Though I am sure you've had about enough of me.

    Back on the subject of Jen. She finally got T.B. out of her hair. I threatened to make his reputation public. I told him I had proof and I guess that scared him enough to move all the way to Orlando Florida. I eventually squealed and he was arrested. So hopefully she's living a peaceful, worry-free life.

    Well, I'm sure I'll be writing you again eventually.

    Until then,

Your brother,

Dillon