We just stood there, the shock of the moment making us unable to say anything, and she continued. "I’ll write a letter, confessing to him what I know, claiming the heartache was too much and I couldn’t find the strength to tolerate it anymore or something like that". She wiped away a single tear that managed to escape from her eyes, a new determination taking over her feature. She got up and started pacing, muttering things as she thought them. We couldn’t tell if she was talking to us or herself.