Dear Cristiana, I am lying now in a cot in Harewood as the limb-maker I sub for has got me up here handily. And I have no one to write to. Even this letter probably won’t be sent for where would I send it? Thank you for your kiss attention even if you meant it to manipulate me. It was attention I sorely needed. I want to say I have a photograph that belongs to you in my possession. Despite the fact that I am bleeding and bleeding and healing much slower than I should, I do intend to make it through alive, and when I do I will try to find you and I will return Henry Muldon’s mother’s likeness to you in person, not trusting the mails with such an object. I hope that Baby Charles is healthy and that you have found some safe place to carry on through the war. I want to make amends. I have deve
