TST, 2020
A baronial envelope lied on the door’s bottom gap. Isla’s heartbeat rate accelerated, her pace slowed down. Her brows knitted in a frown.
“Rose!!” she shouted, stepping away from the door. “You need to see this.”
Rose came out running, a bamboo cooking spoon swinging on her hand.
“What’s wrong?” Rose said.
Isla pointed to the envelope lying on the floor.
“What is it?”
Isla shook her head.
“We should open it.”
“No, we can’t.”
“Why, Isla?”
“What if it has something perilous?”
“Someone put it in our room, it must have our message.”
“We have lots of enemies.”
“Isla, I’m opening it.”
“Don’t.”
Rose tied well her khanga. She picked the envelope and opened it. Isla leaned on the wall, frustration crinkled her eyes.
“It’s a letter.” Rose said, holding a tri-folded paper
