Susie and I are at my place right now. Mom has prepared a wonderful dinner for the three of us after a long day at the festival, but I have no appetite. I can only think about her — about her actions, her character, her future, about the proposal I made to her on that Ferris wheel... I’m sorry, Noelle. I’ll take responsibility for what I’m guilty of when all this is over. I have no right to break your heart...