Hands still trembling as he held the letter in front of him, he was unaware of Lana coming into the room. He tried to read the first line, but a bolt of fear coursed through him as he wondered what the letter said. It was two pages long, and hand written. His father was well known for being idle. He employed others to type any letters he wished to write, his only involvement would be his scrawled signature- if that. He also wondered how long this had been here. Had Frank come across it? Had Lenny? It hadn't been properly sealed, allowing anyone privy to read what was held within.
'Phoebe has to be your biggest fan. She's like a big kid who never grew out of dressing up'
He didn't hear her. Numbly, he walked over to the empty dresser, and stashed the letter in the bottom drawer. He wasn't
