Eisuke

Dear brother: I wrote what I thought would be just one of the many undelivered letters to my twin brother and danced on the dance floor with my husband and his guests. Men with weapons surrounded the whole ship. I'm happy I think. I think I can become accustomed to this life if I pretend that Felipe is not a drog lord, if I pretend that Felipe didn't buy me for almost 15 million dollars. A gloom starts to settle on my body. I go towards the bar in hopes for some liquid courage and as I wait, I hear a voice that sounds familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time behind me. "I finally found you"