She found it in the drawer on a Tuesday in February.
Not the sealed envelope — that one she was saving, the one with *Davan Voss Ashveil — for when you are old enough* in Fenn's handwriting. That one was for Davan, not for her.
This was a different letter entirely. Addressed to Nara. In the same handwriting but without the formality — just her name on the front, set on the kitchen counter apparently sometime between Sunday dinner and now, which meant Fenn had come by or Cael had delivered it without announcing the delivery because that was exactly what Cael did.
She sat down and opened it.
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*Nara,*
*I write on Tuesdays. You know this by now. Today I've been working on the letter to Davan — the third draft, which is the version I'll keep. On Tuesdays when I'm working on a difficult
