Reaching into his pocket, Aren pulled out the letter. He read the front and then the back, but for the first time since Marylyn had given it to him, the words failed to ignite his anger. He faced the stove, staring at the flames flickering beneath the kettle of water. Lara shifted, lifting her head. “What’s burning?” “Nothing important,” he answered, then continued to watch as the letter turned to ash.
