My dearest Richard, If you are reading this letter, it means that I have escaped with Victor. I thought that after Paris I should never have to part from you this way again. Yet here we are, having to say good-bye twice, once with our lips and once more with our hearts. You must believe me when I tell you that when we met I thought Victor was dead. We said no questions, and I never questioned the fact that I was free to love you.
Some women search all their lives for a man to love.
I have found two. As I write these words, I don't know what will happen tonight at the airport. Like the last time we parted, I cannot be sure that we shall meet again. But unlike the last time, I can hope. In Lisbon, we shall stay at the Hotel Aviz.