What to Do

So try as I might--I can't take down that image. I am so sorry.

We have no leads. No idea where Marcel is. He's probably dead, like Frank, and. We just have to deal with that. In our way.

I wish our way was one of revenge but without leads I don't know what we're supposed to do.

I'm so fucking useless. We all are, but I am in particular, being the youngest.

I don't expect forgiveness from Frank. Or Marcel. Or myself, also. As if I can think about myself.

We may be done.

Happy New Year.