~Reo’s~

“She never meant for me to read this.”

The words settle on Reo’s tongue, as low and dry as dust. He’s in his study, way past midnight. The walls are barricaded with silence. The desk light glows softly. He was just looking for old quarterly reports, dusty archives shoved in the bottom drawer. But instead, he finds it.

An envelope. Untitled. Untouched. Folded at the corners like it’s been hiding for years.

He recognizes her handwriting before he even opens it.

Jennie.

He swallows. His chest already tightens whilst his hands already start shaking. He should put it back. He should not read it. But he does.

He unfolds...