January 13th
Mordred and I sat sequestered at the back of the inn like a cabal of thieves. Initial mutual shyness meant we were uncertain how to proceed, like a courting couple left unchaperoned for the first time.
Read MoreDear Mrs. Dunne,
I feel I owe you an explanation for my sudden departure. I realise it may have come as quite a shock for you, and for that I can only apologise.
Read MoreIt was supposed to be a nice trip. That’s all I keep thinking. It was supposed to be a nice trip. I had arranged everything — down to the last detail.
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