Every day since receiving that letter, with my name written in Cam's loopy handwriting, I have put off reading it. I was scared– scared to read the contents of the letter and even more scared of the fact that her death may or may not be my fault.

In an attempt to let go and move on from Cam's death and accept the fact that she was gone and there was nothing I could do about it, I had selfishly pushed any thoughts of that letter to the back of my mind the way Cam used to push down homework assignments she wouldn't get to, till the day it was...