1 Newbattle Terrace Edinburgh Scotland 11 November Dear Christelle, Forgive the delay.

I wanted to write you sooner, but it was impossible with Stephanie, girls, house and work. So, youre forgiven! Dont worry, belle. As I said, Ive been very busy, and Stephanie is busier than ever too with her new night shift at the hospital. Like I work in the morning, we almost never see each other. And the girls spend almost all day outside, between school, extracurricular activities and friends. I only see Claire and Emma to say good night, because when I arrive, they have already had dinner with Stephanie. I feel quite alone. I often think I you were here, especially at nights, because the house is so empty that I feel I cant stand this situation. Then I imagine Geneve. I imagine you in Switzerland, with green meadows, animals, flowers, your French accent, the fog in the mountains, the cold... Many times I want to be there with you, Christelle, really. I would love to go. We could spend every day together. Without Stephanie or Claire or Emma, or Edinbugh or Glasgow. You and me. Only. I know that, at least for the moment, is impossible, but on nights like this, thinking about you is the only thing that calms my sadness, Christelle. I sleep each night dreaming with you. And I can wait, in fact Im waiting, but I need to write you and remember our looks and kisses hiding from my family. The past weekend Stephanie told me that we will reply to your letter together soon, but I need to write you now. I guess you understand it. Hope you will be OK with university, your three extra kilos, sports and all. Hope you will be OK, really, charm. A lot of kisses, David. PS: I miss you a lot.