"London, 23rd July 1918,

Dearest Andermis,

I have heeded your words, discussed it with Mother and Diana about the estate, and they are wholeheartedly supportive. Irony twists, for on that day I sacrificed all just to reclaim those parcels of land, thrusting myself down an irreversible path, causing harm to all, all for something devoid of soul and heart. Now, I am ready to bid it goodbye without attachment, without two minds, and without remorse. The name Lamstrong has never hinged on those material possessions. Lamstrong is my father, mother, and my four sisters. Lamstrong is this very family!

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What are your thoughts on France? Oh, how foolish of me to ask, considering you've spent nearly your entire youth in that glamorous Paris! But truly, I ponder the idea of departing England with Francine and you after all that has transpired. I love this land, yet it also brings a deep sorrow. I haven't decided yet, but I think I'll need a journey far away. My once fluent French has likely rusted, and from tomorrow onwards, I'll need to rekindle it if we decide to live there for a while.

Write something romantic for me, won't you?

Stay safe and well,

Fiona."