Nicole isn't on Saisio.
Neither is her father.
In fact, neither is their house.
Just bare stone foundations where a five-hundred-year-old Achuran mansion of traditional construction used to stand.
And their mailbox. Left open so I could see the letter inside.
Just an envelope addressed to "Rakkai". The rain had got in and smeared the ink a little.
And inside that... her ring.
What kills me is that I don't even know if that's how she'd do it or not. If that's the way a marriage by appointment would end. With no explanation, no argument, no turmoil... just a single, sad, wet, written word read by moonlight and sealed with a lipstick kiss.
No. I don't believe it.
What kills me is that I don't even know if that's how she'd do it or not. If that's the way a marriage by appointment would end. With no explanation, no argument, no turmoil... just a single, sad, wet, written word read by moonlight and sealed with a lipstick kiss.
No. I don't believe it.
Save. End.
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