We were only given the time to be alone after having dinner with the Father whose name I now learned to be Father Harlow. Our gazes would catch from across the room and linger before being broken when asked a question. I wondered what he thought when looking at me-maybe he would think he didn’t want me to show or maybe he was relieved I did. The content expression he held was one that I couldn’t read and one that nearly drove me mad trying to do so. Even though the last correspondence we had, had undoubtedly broken my heart and even though six months had gone by, I loved him more than I did then. I hoped he had felt the same for me but without time to speak of it, I was simply left to my assumptions.
The stars set the scene overhead as the livestock to the side of us gave a sort of rusti
