So it's been a while since I've posted.

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things have been hard lately. To the point where it's difficult to post on here. But Tony said I should try and seeing as quite a few things have happened lately...

Tony remembers being in a police station. He said he thinks he was a teenager, and for some reason he's being held there and getting a mug shot and taking prints. He has no idea why, but he wants to have it recorded somewhere so I'm putting it here.

He also told me what Cynthia is doing. She's letting herself go and

I don't want to talk about this.

Robert, we got your letter. Or package, or whatever it is. For anyone who is wondering, Tony and I had taken a rest stop at a motel for the night after sleeping in the car for so long. When I woke up and left the room to get some breakfast, I found a large manila envelope sitting outside our door. "To the Delmonts" was written on the front along with an Operator symbol and a return address to Robert Sagel. On the back "Do not open yet" was written.

Tony opened it anyway, Robert. He wasn't just going to let it sit there.

But all that was inside were a bunch of blank pages. I don't understand what this is supposed to do. Tony is furious that you knew where we were and, let me quote, "Had the balls to leave some mystery bullshit on our doorstep, we don't need this fuckery right now so you can take your problems and shove them up your ass, Robbie."

Sorry he's so...colorful, Robert. But I do have to wonder why you left us that envelope.

Changing subjects, I haven't found any leads on my Grandmother. I'm reaching my wits end and I need to just take a break from all of this, even though I know it's impossible.

Kay...do you think we could possibly come and visit you? It doesn't have to be soon but...it would help, I think.

To everyone else, take care of yourselves.

-Cathy