Zephyr's gaze narrowed down on the letter he clutched firmly in his hand, his heartbeat racing as he read.
Zephyr, son,
I am sorry for last night, but mostly for leaving on such a short notice. I hope you can forgive me.
I received an urgent call from a friend regarding your father. And regarding the bracelet.
I'm not sure how long I'd be gone. Maybe months, or a year. But I am going to keep my promise by bringing back answers.
For the meantime, stay out of trouble, follow the process in your visions, and if things get too hard, you can always email me. I'd try my best to respond. But mostly, don't let anyone know about the bracelet, about your visions, they must be kept secret.
I won't be able to receive your calls, but be rest assured that I'd look after myself. Look after yoursel
