In the end, Anise had to read the letter twice. The first time, her mind was buzzing with so many worries and questions that she couldn't even focus on the words. The second time, she carefully read every sentence.
It was her mother's writing, all right. In the letter, she wrote about how much she and Papa missed her, what they'd been doing over the weeks, how Papa was having car trouble and that's why they hadn't visited recently... She said again and again that they loved her and missed her and couldn't wait for her to come home... all while using that fake name Anise had been given. It was touching, but at the same time... it hurt.
When Anise reached the end of the letter, she felt a lump forming in her throat, but when she looked up, she saw Claude. There was a brief look of surprise, but she managed to return his greeting. "... Hey."
Slowly, she set the letter down on the table. "It's... from Mama and Papa," she explained in a quiet voice, as if answering an unspoken question. She soon noticed the paper in his own hands, though, and followed up with, "Did you get one too?"
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It was her mother's writing, all right. In the letter, she wrote about how much she and Papa missed her, what they'd been doing over the weeks, how Papa was having car trouble and that's why they hadn't visited recently... She said again and again that they loved her and missed her and couldn't wait for her to come home... all while using that fake name Anise had been given. It was touching, but at the same time... it hurt.
When Anise reached the end of the letter, she felt a lump forming in her throat, but when she looked up, she saw Claude. There was a brief look of surprise, but she managed to return his greeting. "... Hey."
Slowly, she set the letter down on the table. "It's... from Mama and Papa," she explained in a quiet voice, as if answering an unspoken question. She soon noticed the paper in his own hands, though, and followed up with, "Did you get one too?"