Dear Abby,


By the time Du read this letter, Luka should be safe, sicher in America and Du will probably be wondering why I'm not with him. Before Du 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 Du could just try and hold back your judgment - and your condemnation - for a minute, maybe Du 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...