Dear Bridgette,

I understand your concerns about me taking up this dangerous line of work. As a member of S.T.A.R.S., I will always be in the line of fire. I figured this was as good a time as any to explain my actions. Bridgette, I know I’ve talked about her before, but the memory of my little sister eats at me from the inside. I couldn’t save her from that criminal.

I know you tried to console me, telling me that there was nothing I could do being so young. But I was so paralyzed by fear and doubt that I couldn’t do anything.

My baby sister was killed right in front of my very eyes and I couldn’t move an inch. I couldn’t protect her. I was so helpless. It feels like I should have died in her place and I just can’t shake that feeling.