Edith stepped back, a gut-wrenching stab of disappointment at what she had lost. She hadn't realised how full of life the other Thomas had been. He had made her live her life a little fuller too. "I don't know. Thank goodness you're back to yourself," she turned back to the stove. "I suppose he must have been looking through your letters instead of me." She was still hurt that he would have suspected her before any other possibility.