abraham opened the letter. he loved getting correspondence from carlisle; his dearest friend. he missed him intensely, but he understood wanting to stay as far from italy as possible. as his eyes ingested all the words carlisle had written, he found himself becoming overwhelmed. he was right. abraham had been silently doubting his position for years, as had angelique. he glanced up as the blonde entered the room. "read this," he said softly, holding out the paper.
















