Dear John, Bill, George, Donald, and Nathan,
I’m compelled to confess my multitude of grievous actions.
I’m what some people call a “Black Widow”. I’m not sure why I've decided to confess other than I've accumulated enough wealth to care for all my needs for a very long life.
I find the planning, keeping names and stories straight is just not worth the trouble anymore.
I will be leaving, changing my identity and beginning life over again…alone.
Don’t try to find me.
I didn't notify Sal, Ben, Paul, Kyle, nor Antonio. Sadly, they’re no longer with us.
Forever Yours, Yours and Yours
Having fun with Saturday Centus

