Catherine crumpled the piece of paper. This was the third draft she had attempted to write to her brother today.
This shouldn't be so difficult, she reminded herself. There was nothing to say directly involving him, and she had no plans of telling him anything regarding that person he had once known.
But now that she knew, how could she focus on pleasantries or local gossip? Her brother would worry if she didn't respond to his letter, so she had to write something. This had never been a difficult task for her before.
She would write nearly all the truth.