Dear Abby,


By the time wewe read this letter, Luka should be salama in America and wewe will probably be wondering why I'm not with him. Before wewe go blaming yourself let me just say, it's not you, it's me - and I know even as I write this that you're going to think that's a breakup cliché, but if wewe could just try and hold back your judgment - and your condemnation - for a minute, maybe wewe will actually be able to understand what I'm trying to say. Being here has changed me in ways I never imagined. It put everything in perspective. County, Gamma's death, you. Well, me and you. We just had...