Chapter 31

'What little time we have... I shall spend every minute of it with you.'

Time has gone by quite quickly, but there was something off-putting about Emma's replies, and her letters seem foreign and forced. Even her handwriting had changed somewhat, although, it is hard to describe it, almost as if there was someone else copying her handwriting and there was no flow to the words on the paper neither was there any ease it seems. Alexander would know that he had spent the past few years admiring everything on the paper sent to him, something so simple, but it took up quite a lot of his concentration; he committed everything he had discovered about Emma to memory.