I'm sorry that June got away from me. Nothing has been happening, really, despite me trying and failing to get somewhere. The police are no help--they think I'm nuts, so they're out. I don't want to involve my girls in this at all; I'm terrified that thing will follow them.
I've tried and failed to connect with the Moores, but each time I get nothing. Are they that busy, or do they not want anything to do with me? I think it would be for the best if I not call them again for a while and see if it's still like this.
The only clue I have is this: I spent what would have been the second wedding anniversary of Catherine and I in bed, strangely weak. My head pounded and I couldn't move, but I do remember snippets of dreams.
Woods. Lots of woods. Trees so thick you couldn't help but feel claustrophobic. I remember what they look like...it's in a park near me. I'll go and try there.
But I hope I won't regret what I find.
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