Agnes
I stared at the letter in my hands the entire night, reading and rereading the words until they were practically burned into my brain. By morning, the paper had taken on a slightly crumpled appearance from how many times I had folded and unfolded it.
By the time the sun rose, I wasn’t sure if I had gotten a wink of sleep. I certainly hadn’t returned to bed, although the night was such a blur that I couldn’t recall if I’d dozed off in the armchair in my study at some point or not.
I found Elijah in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee with a half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs sitting in front of him. He looked up with confusion as I shuffled past, taking in my disheveled appearance and the dark circles under my eyes.
“You didn’t come back to bed,” Elijah said as I pour
