One more thing

Clayre.  Mary.

I've gotten your emails.  I'm sorry I can't tell you where I am.

I hope you realize it's for the best.  Don't try to find me.

I don't want you to get more wrapped up in this mess than you already have.

I love you both.  Even you, Mary--you're like the sister I never really wanted, until I had her.  Whereas Clayre actually is the sister I never really wanted.

...but I'm making too light of it.  Please.  Take care of yourselves.

And don't follow me.