Reunited

It is November of 1775 and I'm writing this from Dover, in England. I have traveled all the way from London to be told information that very well might change my life. My father that has been dead in my mind for 18 years, is very much alive. I've met with this strange man, the man who told me about my fathers current whereabouts. He keeps referring to this ordeal as strictly business, he goes by the name of Jarvis Lorry. I have seen the poor soul of my father and I have seen what 18 years in the Bastille will do to a person, now my father, odd as he may be with his shoe making habits, is still my father and I intend to care for him with the utmost consideration and vigilance. Until next time....
                                                                                                                 Lucie Manette