LETTER THIRTY TWO

Oliver Wood
2 Spring St
Autumn Grove


Dear Oliver,

Your promises won't change or help anything as much as they are appreciated.

Ol, honey... I lost the baby.

I'm so terribly sorry, I know how much you adore children and I am just as upset as I know you will be when you get this.

Please, the doctors said it was too late and there was nothing they could do.

It happened two weeks ago. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head and I fell down the stairs. Oliver, I don't know what to do! How could this happen? What did we do to deserve this? Oh, I need you so much. I'm coming home.

Love,

Hermione

PS. I'm sorry I couldn't explain better, we can talk things through in person.