We all knew it was coming. The virus was spreading worldwide. And know our only hope was us. As of each month on the 15th would our stomachs drop. I only dread of opening that letter for each year. I could see they all had the same fear consuming them. That morning tall men in suits escorted every kid down to some sort of center. As I sat down next to Anabelle her face wasn’t scared but concerned. I could see she knew something that no one else did. Every year at 2.45 we’d get the letter and as I read the contents I was aware of my smile.