March 5, 1770 Dear Diary, What happened today was most frightening. It happened late in the afternoon when the sun sets betwixt the trees. I was on my way home from the marketplace with information about the British Parliament, when I saw some patriots throwing balls of snow at a British patrol that keeps people […]
In the morning I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping. I expect to hear a fire burning or the sound of footsteps or at least the feel of hands shaking me, but I don’t. It still hasn’t dawned on me that Camila is gone. Sometimes at night I can feel her “ghost” lurking […]
