And now here she was, rolling toward Gloucestershire, rolling toward destiny, she supposed—or hoped, she wasn’t sure which—with nothing but a few changes of clothing and a pile of letters written to her by a man she’d never met.
Soooo...the like like 4 letters the book showed us they've exchanged...there's more than that right? Bc if she sneaking off after only those few bland ass letters then that's wild and dumb
