Cordia looked at the letters as if she had never seen paper before. "What's this?" she asked.
"One of them, I have to apologize, I should have mailed a long time ago. The other one, I wrote just the night before the battle."
"Oh." Cordia turned the papers over again and again in her hands. Though he had held her hand and played with her hair, she had questioned whether or not he was doing these things out of kindness, and familiarity of seeing a face he recognized. She had been sure that, if he truly reciprocated the emotions she had articulated in her letters, not only would he have written her back—and sent the letters—but upon seeing her, he would have expressed his undying love for her, or something of that nature. His refusal to return to Lamar only served to further convince her th
