I got a message. Pretend you'll guess what it said. Drive alone. Drive straight home. I did as instructed. Closed my door and locked it. Disappearing ink. but the words still sting. I sat and wrote a letter. I described the weather. and the scene. Remembering.... I forget tomorrow. For all the sickness and sorrow. Disappearing ink. but the words still sting. What was I thinking?. What was I thinking?