Maybe I am. But accusations, when they couldn't be more wrong, hurt, like stones, when it's from someone I thought I could trust.
If the letters went with you, when you returned home, I'm sure she'd love it, even if some of them might make you seem a little crazy. But by the things that are left behind, I don't think something like that would go back with you. Memories rarely make it back.
Mr Hamilton, do you have a favorite food? Something small, that could be picked up with your fingers. It can be something sweet, or savory.