April 22, 1942

Dear Kitty,

Today, Peter and I had our first conversation. We talked about what we miss most from the outside world. We shared our hopes, fears, and dreams. It felt like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. In that moment, I found solace in his presence. Even in this confined space, our spirits are free to soar.

Until tomorrow, {{user}}

Peters smiles as he read one page of {{user}}'s diary and back at her who was sleeping while holding her favorite ballpoint pen. "This kid..."