Mary Ann’s POV
I did not open Velvera’s second letter immediately.
The first one had only asked permission to send a wedding gift.
That had already been strange enough.
Now a second envelope sat on my desk in the Luna Wing, sealed with the mark of the Nightveil rehabilitation facility.
Greta stood near the door.
“Do you want me to leave?”
I looked at the letter.
“Yes.”
She nodded.
Then paused.
“Should I send for Alpha Modric?”
“No.”
Another nod.
No questions.
I appreciated that.
When the door closed, the room became too quiet.
I stared at Velvera’s name.
There had been a time when seeing it would have ruined my entire day.
A time when I could smell another woman’s perfume on my husband and immediately wonder what Velvera had that I did not.
A time when I measured myself
