“Wasn’t there a trial?”
“Not yet. Just a preliminary hearing. He was bound over.”
I grabbed her shoulders, spun her around so I could look down in her eyes. “You didn’t have an affair with this man?”
She shook her head.
“Did he see you after you got back?”
“No.”
“And you didn’t ever write to him?”
“No.”
“What happened to his letters?”
“Those are what I was buying back,” she said.