C Claire

I worry about her. Of all the girls, she is the one at home and is the one who is most exposed to what's going on.

She's heard the conversations. She's heard the fights. She's seen the struggles. Each night she runs to the door to help me carry. She opens the water bottles. She opens the envelopes. She bears all the little itty bitty tiny things which, when combined, might be far too heavy for her little shoulders.

Reached out to Tom C to see if he might know someone who knows someone who can see C Claire, talk to her.

I wish I could spare her--and everyone--this stupid ordeal.