“You didn’t know I bought the house?” Damn it, what was I thinking? Her letters. She would have told me in one of her letters. God, how was I going to explain this? “No, I didn’t.” “Did they hold your mail, or…” “No. I got your letters. I just haven’t read them yet.” Her lips parted and the hurt in her eyes was like a knife to the chest. “You didn’t read my letters? Any of them?” “Look, I know how awful that sounds.” “Yeah, it’s pretty bad. Why?” “It’s hard to explain. Prison was a fucking nightmare and staying connected to the outside world didn’t help. It made it worse. I was just doing what
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