The sight of that envelope makes her breath catch in her throat. To anyone else, it's just a letter, a torn envelope with her name on it and a few folded pieces of paper within. But to her...

There's no keeping the swell of grief off her face, nor hiding the way her hands shake as she reaches out to take it. With the way she handles it, it might as well be made of glass. She swallows thickly, staring at her name written there, every line and curve of the letters as familiar to her as the back of her own hand.

"Did you read it?" It's the first thing that comes to mind, and her eyes are reddened when she finally looks up at him.