My friend! My friend is dead. Why does everyone I care about seem to die? Thomas Gates was such a good man. He cared like no one I have ever met. How did I know immediately upon meeting him that he would draw something out of Miss Parker that even I have never been able to draw out of her?

            And now her devastation is on my hands as well. I sent Thomas her way. Everything happened as I hoped, and now she is suffering even more than if he had never been there. I’m sorry, Miss Parker. So sorry.