My darling, I miss you with my whole heart. When I first got to Boston, my parents locked me in my chamber for two weeks because they didn’t trust me not to run back to you. They told people I was ill and confined to my chamber with a fever. They employed a man to watch me, and now that I am allowed out, he follows me everywhere I go, reporting everything he sees to them, and they question me about it later, but I tell them nothing. I felt much relieved when the family lawyers told me that the charge against you had been dropped. The last thing my parents want is a trial with all the publicity it would receive by having our family name attached to it. They had you arrested to frighten you off, and I would not blame you if it worked. My heart aches at being the cause of your arrest and embarrassment. Please know how sorry I am, my darling. I know you are angry with me, and I do not blame you, but please write and tell me you forgive me. I should have told you the truth from the beginning, but I feared you might not want me if you knew, especially after you told me about Holland Endicott.
