October 2, 1865 Abigail POV Henry and I have continued to write letters back forth over the past year, growing closer through our letters. He refuses to tell me what he writes in German and so in retaliation, I won’t tell him that he is my heart and I am only his. Eventually, I did tell my friends about Henry and our letters. I refused, however, to let them ready even one line. Henry and I have shared so many things that I want to keep just between us. Mary Jane, Charlotte, Emily and I returned yesterday from Texas. Our other friend and former house mate, Hannah, had recently gotten married. The four of us traveled to meet her second husband. It seems her first husband, whom she married by proxy as a mail order bride, was a criminal. His crimes were so great and truly not worth discussing. Please believe me when I tell you he was awful. Fortunately for Hannah, he was killed during his capture which freed her to marry the ranch foreman, with whom she had fallen in love with. It was
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