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“Do you have a message for Mrs Gul, in case she’s listening?
“Please, come and find me. I’m out here, somewhere near you. You’re the only one who knows.”

The protagonist imagines the dead body to call a Christian hotline, talking to a pastor. Telling the protagonist to keep on thinking about her case.
Love it!

“It wasn’t me” “Nobody will ever know how killed her”
I thought some more about a name for this “me”. In the end, I settled on Blake. […] It had a twinge of pretension to it in that sense.

I love how much she reads between the lines and how her imagery develops, adding details. Even though on the note are only four sentences

Sometimes I felt that my mind was just a soft cloud of air around me, taking in whatever flew in, spinning it around, and then delivering it back out into the ether.

What a beautiful imagination, and it would easily explain my way of thinking