To: Pwitter
From: JPotter
Subject: New York

Hey Pace,

I know we've talked about this, and you're fine that I'm going without you and everything, but it's late and my mind is working overtime. Forgive me.

I just feel like asking you sometimes if you're really okay with the things you say you're okay with. Is it really okay that I'm running off to New York while you're stuck taking a math quiz? Is it really okay that I'm going to Worthington when you don't know what you're doing? Is it really okay that I accepted that money from Dawson? I don't know what's happening, but suddenly, just when everything in my life got really certain, I became all the more uncertain. Maybe what I mean is, are you really okay with me?

I love you,
Jo