Sera's POV
Dax brings the letter to me himself, and I can tell by the careful way he hands it over that he's already read the handwriting on the outside and drawn his own conclusions before I've touched it.
"You don't have to read it alone," he says.
"I know." I take it anyway, turning it over once in my hands, the paper plain, unremarkable, nothing about it announcing the weight of who wrote it except the handwriting itself. "But I think I need to. Whatever's in here, I need to meet it as myself first, before it becomes something we're strategising around."
He nods and doesn't argue, and that, more than anything, is why I trust him with the rest of it later.
I take the letter up to my room and sit with it unopened for longer than I expect, turning it over in my hands, remembering the
