Emma sat at her desk one afternoon in late summer and made a decision. She would write a letter to her younger self. The Emma of ten years ago. The Emma who was running from Jake with nothing but fear and desperation.
She pulled out a notebook and pen. Not her computer. This needed to be handwritten. Personal. A letter from the Emma who had survived to the Emma who was just beginning to escape.
Dear Emma,
I am writing this to you from ten years in the future. I am thirty nine years old. I have a home that is filled with love and safety. I have two beautiful children who have never known violence. I have a husband who respects me and supports me. I have built a foundation that helps thousands of people every year. I have written books. I have testified before Congress. I have changed policy. I have changed lives.
