The rest of the letter was filled with all the small moments of daily life.
If I fell asleep in that unfamiliar bed and woke again, would Hilda be lying beside me?
I had already half convinced myself I was back in Feuzen.
[From your wife, who misses the empty space beside her every morning she opens her eyes]
H-has pregnancy made her more sentimental?
That last line weighed heavily on my chest.
I just stared at the letter for a long, long while. I don't know how many times I read it. At some point, I realized I was crying. Have I always been this sensitive a man?
It was as though someone had turned on a faucet.
Thank goodness I had a private room. If anyone had seen, I'd have died of embarrassment.
"I-Inspector General! You can't go in there!"
"Bah, I'm here to see my brother-in-law. Why are you stopping me? Move!"
The hallway suddenly erupted into commotion.
