She’s gone
Meg is gone.
Nothing beats the feeling of failure, especially when something is close to one’s heart.
I feel like a hypocrite, claiming that I’m looking out for their best interests and that I’m concerned with their welfare when I can’t even take care of them.
I shouldn’t claim to be anything from now on.
God, I hope you’re listening. Please keep Meg safe wherever she is.
just keep food there. i have a feeling she’ll be back.