Viola is writing a suicide letter:

'To Nicodemus,

Amalija, I knew when you uttered that name in the tent, that me committing it to memory would serve a great purpose. That being the first word that you see should reveal what I'm about to say. Though, I will start with the good.

I didn't think I would like it here. The east gets dreadfully cold in the winter and scorching in the summer. But you was right. I got over it. The Oskeas let us in ...