It had just begun, only slightly before I called on July 25. On the phone, I could tell she had been drinking, but it wasn't my place to ask. He was with her. They were drinking a few bottles of wine, and when I called, she told me she was dancing. With some friends, in her room. I found this out last night, from a letter she had written me, and a letter she had written to Antoine. Both letters had originally been written in her journal, but had been torn out. The letter to me described all the things she had done over the summer, and the letter to Antoine explained all of the lies she was telling me to cover for him. She was laughing at me, with him. I found both letters this morning.