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Authors: Eliza Victoria
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taking my project to another direction. This might mean more hours at the office in the next few months. :( Let me make it up to you
okay?
Z
Re: Prophecies of the Cat
Sent: 4/20/17
To: Zeke
You sent a message meant for your co-workers to my email Zeke. Thank goodness for that. Everything is
clearly
not all right and I’m
worried. I’ll swing by later, ok?
(no subject)
Sent: 4/21/17
To: Antoinette Ruiz
Toni,
Zeke said animals and inanimate objects have been telling him what to do. Cats, dogs, trees,
rocks.
My brother is hearing voices, Toni. How long
has this been happening?
Call me.
(no subject)
Sent: 3/2/17
To: Abe
(1 attachment)
Sorry I’ve been canceling on lunch. Really busy. I’m more juggler than engineer here. Haha.
I’ll call you later, I promise. But first, here’s a new picture of Sophia. I don’t care what you all say, that baby looks like
me.
And just when am I going to be an uncle? ;)
Z
PS Were you at the grocery this morning? I thought I heard you.
In any case, the answer is Yes.
(no subject)
Sent: 9/25/16
To: Abe
I remember when I was in kindergarten and the teacher asked the class to write our names on our notepads. I was dumbfounded. I still hadn’t learned
how to write my complete name. Then I looked out the window and there was Papa, gesturing, urging me to flip the page. I flip the page and there’s my name, written in block letters
instead of cursive so I could copy. Papa smiled and gave me a thumb’s-up. Papa thought this through, I thought. Papa wanted to help me.
It would have been easier if I just got stuck with the bad memories.
He did horrible things to our family but I can’t stop thinking how wrong it was that he had to die alone.
He didn’t deserve that. Nobody does.
(no subject)
Sent: 4/9/17
To: Abe
You’d think when something really bad happens you’d remember. You’d think by this time I would have had a benchmark for all the future
hurts of the world, that I’d have this gauge and every bad thing would just pale in comparison.
Oh, do we have to work 14 hours today? That’s okay, that’s nothing. I once
saw my father punch my brother in the face.
But right now every piece of bad news, no matter how inconsequential (no more coffee, network down), feels enormous and insurmountable. I’d hurt as
though it were a new hurt, as though my parents did not die, as though I did not see you suffer that one time in the hospital, did not see blood blossoming on your chest.
How come every hurt feels new, Abe? Like I have no past. Like I can’t even remember.
SENTRY REPORT (transcript)
Related to: Contact # 0005748, Ezekiel Ruiz, Abraham Ruiz
5/12/17
Woman and child found dead inside 15 Mascardo St. Report Subject Ezekiel Ruiz found sitting on the kitchen floor with the child in his
arms. Possible murder weapons found at the scene: kitchen knife, butcher knife, meat cleaver. Mr. Ruiz was gripping the meat cleaver when Sentry arrived. The woman, positively identified as Antoinette Villegas-Ruiz, was nearly decapitated, while the child, positively identified as Danica Sophia , suffered from stab wounds in the neck and chest. Mr.
Ruiz has been restrained but remains in a frenzied state. Murder Squad requested.
Please advise.
19
They’re dead.
Lillian sat immobile on the chair, her cell phone in her hands.
Nearly decapitated. Stab wounds in the neck and chest.
Mimsy screamed. The sound traveled down Lillian’s spine and raised the hairs on the back of her neck. She jumped to her feet, dropping her phone in her haste to get upstairs.
“Caleb?” she called. “Mimsy?” He was not in his room. Lillian ran to the bathroom and pushed and rebounded, striking the wall. The door was locked.
“Caleb?” she called, turning the knob.
I need to call
okay?
Z
Re: Prophecies of the Cat
Sent: 4/20/17
To: Zeke
You sent a message meant for your co-workers to my email Zeke. Thank goodness for that. Everything is
clearly
not all right and I’m
worried. I’ll swing by later, ok?
(no subject)
Sent: 4/21/17
To: Antoinette Ruiz
Toni,
Zeke said animals and inanimate objects have been telling him what to do. Cats, dogs, trees,
rocks.
My brother is hearing voices, Toni. How long
has this been happening?
Call me.
(no subject)
Sent: 3/2/17
To: Abe
(1 attachment)
Sorry I’ve been canceling on lunch. Really busy. I’m more juggler than engineer here. Haha.
I’ll call you later, I promise. But first, here’s a new picture of Sophia. I don’t care what you all say, that baby looks like
me.
And just when am I going to be an uncle? ;)
Z
PS Were you at the grocery this morning? I thought I heard you.
In any case, the answer is Yes.
(no subject)
Sent: 9/25/16
To: Abe
I remember when I was in kindergarten and the teacher asked the class to write our names on our notepads. I was dumbfounded. I still hadn’t learned
how to write my complete name. Then I looked out the window and there was Papa, gesturing, urging me to flip the page. I flip the page and there’s my name, written in block letters
instead of cursive so I could copy. Papa smiled and gave me a thumb’s-up. Papa thought this through, I thought. Papa wanted to help me.
It would have been easier if I just got stuck with the bad memories.
He did horrible things to our family but I can’t stop thinking how wrong it was that he had to die alone.
He didn’t deserve that. Nobody does.
(no subject)
Sent: 4/9/17
To: Abe
You’d think when something really bad happens you’d remember. You’d think by this time I would have had a benchmark for all the future
hurts of the world, that I’d have this gauge and every bad thing would just pale in comparison.
Oh, do we have to work 14 hours today? That’s okay, that’s nothing. I once
saw my father punch my brother in the face.
But right now every piece of bad news, no matter how inconsequential (no more coffee, network down), feels enormous and insurmountable. I’d hurt as
though it were a new hurt, as though my parents did not die, as though I did not see you suffer that one time in the hospital, did not see blood blossoming on your chest.
How come every hurt feels new, Abe? Like I have no past. Like I can’t even remember.
SENTRY REPORT (transcript)
Related to: Contact # 0005748, Ezekiel Ruiz, Abraham Ruiz
5/12/17
Woman and child found dead inside 15 Mascardo St. Report Subject Ezekiel Ruiz found sitting on the kitchen floor with the child in his
arms. Possible murder weapons found at the scene: kitchen knife, butcher knife, meat cleaver. Mr. Ruiz was gripping the meat cleaver when Sentry arrived. The woman, positively identified as Antoinette Villegas-Ruiz, was nearly decapitated, while the child, positively identified as Danica Sophia , suffered from stab wounds in the neck and chest. Mr.
Ruiz has been restrained but remains in a frenzied state. Murder Squad requested.
Please advise.
19
They’re dead.
Lillian sat immobile on the chair, her cell phone in her hands.
Nearly decapitated. Stab wounds in the neck and chest.
Mimsy screamed. The sound traveled down Lillian’s spine and raised the hairs on the back of her neck. She jumped to her feet, dropping her phone in her haste to get upstairs.
“Caleb?” she called. “Mimsy?” He was not in his room. Lillian ran to the bathroom and pushed and rebounded, striking the wall. The door was locked.
“Caleb?” she called, turning the knob.
I need to call
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