I wrote at least eight drafts that opened by apologizing to her, and Dr.

Sorokin took one look at that and asked me what I thought I was apologizing for, and I could not answer, and we spent an hour on it, and what I eventually got to was that I wanted her to like me.

Which is a monstrous thing to want from a woman you are about to do this to.

What I sent, on the third of February, at eleven o’clock in the morning, from my own name, was this:

Giselle — this is Camille Aubrey, from Ketterlinus.

I need to tell you something about your husband and it is serious and it is not something I should put in a message.