Solace: Extra 1

Nyah: It was a random thought—actually a STRAY thought—that occurred to me while I was replying to a client email. I was actually surprised I had only thought about this now. It was teasing my brain, as if tempting me, and in a split second I tried to weigh the pros and cons. The pros were more enticing: it could make Joshua stronger but it could make Lucille hate me even more.

I’d take Joshua being stronger any other day.

So I pulled up my Firefox and typed on the search engine—Yahoo! or Google, it wouldn’t matter. All I needed was to find his website—Patrick Woods’ website.

And there it was. I rummaged, scanned and squinted hard enough as my eyes would allow it to find the “Contact Me” link, or at least any link that would allow me to send Patrick Woods a message. I was hoping, as I was typing the email that you will see below, that Patrick Woods himself reads “fan mail” as his website termed them. If not, well, screw it. At least I made a valiant—but nonetheless fruitless if he’s not the one reading it—effort to contact my boyfriend’s estranged father.

Below is my email to Mr. Woods: