Maybe he was moved to another facility. I've learned how often that happens.
Or maybe he got bored with writing to me. That would surprise, but not shock, me. At the beginning of our correspondence, he indicated that he hoped for in-person visits from me. I made it clear that I was committed to answering his every letter, but that was all.
Or maybe he's ill. I checked the stats, and 62 inmates have been confirmed to have the corona virus, and 49 have recovered. Does that mean the remaining 13 are dead? I don't know.
I understand, and agree, that Darius did something society can't forgive, and that prison is where he belongs.
I also believe what the Book of Matthew tells us: "Whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters, you did for me."
So I hold Darius in my heart, and am grateful to him in a way. I'm not sure that, before I enrolled in this penpal program, I gave the incarcerated one moment's thought. I'm glad he taught me that my heart has room in it for them, too.