The letter came for me at lunchtime. I was with my parents, eating and talking about anything but the war, because we didn't like discussing that. They knew how nervous I was about Henry. When Cecilia, our help, gave me the letter I didn't want to open it. I stared at it for a good minute, it sitting there on the silver tray. Finally my mother forced me to open in and I knew what it was going to say. I think I cried for the whole day, but I can't be sure. All I remember is my soul being ripped in two. All I knew was that I would never see my love again.