That doesn't surprise me. Especially not after your first letter. You said you couldn't keep
me, that you understood I had to go back, but then you said it was gnawing at you, and
you used that word. It's not a word I trust.
You probably think I deserted you. And I wouldn't blame you. But I had to go back to Joe.
Or so I thought.
Did you know we'd split up?