I know I left without ever giving a proper explanation to all of you. It’s just I wasn’t sure how to tell you without hurting you all. I didn’t leave to be away from Harry; I had to leave to be away from all the reminders of the war. I couldn’t stand to be alone in that house with Mom and Dad. I couldn’t stand to see George because he reminds me of Fred. I couldn’t stand going to their shop or visit Shell Cottage and see Bill’s scarred face. I couldn’t stand to see you or Ron or Harry. Because you are the war. I came to Romania because looking at Charlie doesn’t scare me or remind me. Please, please don’t hate me. But I can’t come back. I can’t keep getting your letters. I can’t keep answering them. Please let me be away from this aftermath of the war.