The letter arrived on a Friday.
Two envelopes. Same handwriting. Same northern territory postmark.
One addressed to Zevran.
One addressed to both of us.
I looked at the second one for a long time before I touched it.
*Dr. Nara Voss Ashveil and Alpha Zevran Ashveil.*
Together. One envelope. One piece of paper inside — I could feel the weight of it, single sheet, not thick.
Zevran came to stand beside me.
He looked at the envelopes.
Then at me.
"Open them together?" he said.
"Yes," I said.
We sat at the kitchen table.
He opened his. I opened ours.
His was longer — I could see that from where I sat. Two pages. Her handwriting compact and careful.
Ours was one page.
I read it.
*Zevran and Nara,*
*I am writing to you together because what I want to say belongs to both of you e
