The Messages to Lou
by Hélène Vandermeer
My thirteen-year-old daughter had stopped eating. On her phone I found four hundred and twelve anonymous messages. “Nobody loves you.” Whoever was writing them knew things that had never left our home.
My thirteen-year-old daughter had stopped eating. On her phone I found four hundred and twelve anonymous messages. “Nobody loves you.” Whoever was writing them knew things that had never left our home.
