≡ The Great Gatsby ≡

The distance to France was much shorter than anticipated, as I hadn't had enough time to gather my thoughts. Before I knew it, Daisy was showering me with hugs and kisses as I thought about ways to try and confront her. The memory of her letters, full of the sorrow and gloom that led me to assume she was sorry, flew from my mind. The desire to expose her lies was also gone.