On a sunny morning in the beginning of September, I was overjoyed when three letters came in the mail.
One of them was from Dad, which was filled with loving words. He was really missing me, and he was counting the days until I would come home. He sent me a picture of himself, standing in front of our house. He had on a pink shirt.

The other letters were from January and, to my surprise, McKenna. January said that she was looking forward to me coming back.
She asked how Casimir was doing, and if I had deemed going to London to be a valuable life experience that expanded my horizon.
January also brought news that her dog had just given birth to six puppies. She had named one after me.

What McKenna wrote was, in so many words, utterly moving. I cried a little bit when I read her letter, and I felt the abundant gratitude and peace that went along with redemption.