Marlowe
The response arrived faster than either of us expected, barely three days after King's letter went out, and I watched him turn the sealed envelope over in his hands with visible nervous energy before finally working up the courage to open it.
He read it in silence, his expression shifting through several emotions I couldn't fully track, and when he finally looked up, his eyes were bright with unshed tears.
"He wants to visit," King said, voice thick. "Properly. In person. Says he's been hoping I'd reach out for years, and he's not about to waste the opportunity now that I finally have."
"That's wonderful."
"There's more." King's hands trembled slightly, holding the letter like something fragile. "He says he's got something of mine. Something he's kept safe all these years, wai
