March 22, 1944 I must be living in a nightmare.
A waking nightmare that I cannot seem to escape.
John will fix this. He has to!
If he doesn’t, then what will become of Sera and me?
The family that is left between John and me is sparse, and they do not have the means to take us in.
We’ll be left in the streets!
He will fix this.
Dear God, let him fix this.
