Magnolia...

When I was a child, my family lived in a modest house, with a massive yard.  Ralph, Erin, and I often had friends over to play pirate, or explorer, or even jungle animals.  We didn't need a lot of toys; we had our imaginations.  My favorite place wasn't the tree house, or the giant boulder down by the creek, it was the front yard, under a pair of Magnolia trees.  The leaves would form a wall, and the beneath the branches was my sanctuary.  Whenever I had something to think about, or whenever I just wanted to be alone, or whenever I already was alone, I would lie under the trees and stare up at the branches spreading, holding the canopy above me, and I would just smile and feel safe.  The last time I was in my sanctuary was about a week before Erin disappeared.  What I wouldn't give to be able to go back to that place, if not physically, at least mentally.  I don't think I will ever feel safe again.
I'm still pretty freaked out over the note I got yesterday, but I think now that the initial shock is over, I'm going to tell Gina.  I'd always hated that I never told her the truth about this, and maybe this will help heal the damage to our relationship.  I think I'll go over to her house tomorrow; she usually takes off early on fridays, so we'll have time to be alone.  I don't know what's going to happen, but she can't hit a pregnant woman right?
I think if I were her, I would probably hit me...