After I heard the news of my poor Jay's death, I was frightened. Tom was angry that I cared and to miss the funeral he dragged me back to Chicago. Day by day I had become paranoid that my dear cousin Nick would expose the truth. And night by night Gatsby had come visit me in my sleep, crying out that I had betraued his love and I would cry back, "I'm sorry!" But that made no difference because i was reminded of those events day by day. I was scared and chose Tom, letting go of the man that had literally died for me. Since these unfortunate events, Jordan has not been in contact with me, scared as though she might get...