October 14, 1982
Dear Heather,

    God, Heather... I don't even know what to say. It's been so long. Years. Can you believe that? Years! Don't you remember when we were kids and we always used to say that we'd be together no matter what? And even when I moved three hours away we'd still call each other all the time... and then you stole your parents car and drove to me in the middle of the night when we were 15! You still only had a learner's permit!
    I have to admit, I was shocked when I heard that you were still alive. Yep, ALIVE. We thought you were dead.
    I'm so sorry but even now... I feel like I'm writing a letter to you like I did after you disappeared. No one in my life had ever died before, so the only way I could think of dealing with it was by writing you letters. Even if I never sent them. But my mom passed away two years later. Breast cancer. I wrote her letters, too.
    But, God, Heather, you are reading this, aren't you?

    Are the rumors true? You're still alive, right?

        With love,
        Rachel