The ForgeryThe expert at my trial had been quite explicit in his testimony, walking the court through the many signs of a forged letter. As I read further, there was no doubt that this letter wasn’t from Jon.
So why send it?
And I recalled the long wait to enter Diamond quadrant, the knowing looks on the men’s faces.
Jon hadn’t sent the printed invitation I received at the event. And I’m sure everyone had wondered why I'd said so.
Yet why didn’t Jon say anything?
I never wanted you to see me like this.
He’d felt well when he sent the first letter. He’d felt poorly when he sent the second, yet was desperate enough to speak with me that he dared to do so, hoping to be able to meet somewhere. By the time I arrived, he was unwell, most decidedly so, and not wanting to contradict what I w
