Marji
The sun is rising as I settle behind my steering wheel with my cape wrapped securely around me, concealing the outfit I wore to Lace and Leather beyond my shoes and stockings. It isn't until I'm off the grounds that I pull my car over and succumb to the tears I've barely kept suppressed throughout my conversation with Dorothy and the valet.
Turning off the engine, I lower my window as my head bows forward and tears bubble from my chest. As the soft morning breeze blows my mussed hair, deep breaths go out, and yet I can't seem to inhale, not enough to fill my lungs. With trembling hands, I remove the crumpled note from the pocket of the cape. My tear-filled eyes make the words blurry though that doesn't matter. I will never forget the gist of what he said.
MOIRA,
YOUR FUTURE IS
