But I feel like I know Emmaline and Jack. Not to mention I am in possession of something that once belonged to her. Something special. What if he’s been looking for this letter? It’s silly of me to think this way, to think that some strangers in a photograph mean anything to me. What if I could return this letter to him? It may seem insignificant to most, but he clearly loved her enough to write it. He must be sick with grief, and this letter could be one small token of remembrance.
