Part Twenty-Three: The Letter in the Drawer

Maren wrote to me in the September, along with the six.

Mine came in the same post as Willa’s, which I know because they arrived on the same day and Willa asked whether I had got one, and I said yes, and she said, “Are you going to read it?” and I said probably, and she gave me a look that a sixteen-year-old should not be able to produce.

I put it in the drawer in the kitchen with the batteries and the takeout menus.