QUEENIE

New york is lovely and my life here is wonderful. I really hope the boys aren't looking for me. I have been trying to move on, but it doesn't seem to be working. Still stuck in trouble, as always. I have a job and all but still I've found myself going back to my old ways. The mischievous ways that remind me of them. I at least stayed close to home I would never go too far without them, I promised. I wonder what's it's like where they are. Are they happy? Do they have good friends and good jobs? Do they think about me like I do of them? Are they following their dreams? Or did they go back to our old ways too? I got a letter today from Amy, who I have heard is now called ?. She is one of my oldest friends and moved into my house when I moved on. I thought she might like it there. She sent me a letter from him saying he missed me. I might as well write them where I am and ask them not to come by. It's going to kill me. I love them too much. I love Him too much. They can never know. I am going to disappear for their sake and my own. Time for the last farewells...I hope this doesn't kill me.

ALEXANDER

Not San Francisco. Not Paris. Not Vienna. Not LA. Not here. She's absolutely off grid. I don't understand how or why. My last chance is the place she said she md never go back to. There's too much hurt there. She wouldn't. Would she? I might never know, but this is my last chance. New York, you better give me my girl back.