Monday
February 15th, 1942


Dearest Jack,

I woke this morning with the strangest feeling that something was wrong. Everyone here is fine, or as fine as they always seem. But I felt a heaviness.. a sadness. I fear it was you I felt and that something was gravely wrong.

Speak to me across the waters. Tell me you are all right and the sun is shining and all is well. I am so worried tears have dripped onto this letter. My fear is growing. I'm going to go visit Pam, right now. She has gotten a few letters from Paul since he left. Maybe she can help me, or at least understand this feeling. What it is, I just don't know.

Are you safe? Where are you? Find me here..

Love,

Vivienne