Ophelia had just returned from running a few errands when she spotted someone coming from afar.
At first she paid no need to the person and pulled the sheets she washed off the rope. Algernon had left home a while ago, and none of them had spoken about the incident with Yennefer.
She was just about to step into the house when a young girl, the person she had seen earlier, called out to her.
"Mrs. Thorne?"
Ophelia slowly turned around and stared at her suspiciously.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sophia. I'm from your daughter, ma'am."
Ophelia's eyes lit up and she dropped the sheets she held. "Yennefer?"
"Yes, Mrs. Thorne. She sent me to give you this." Sophia handed her a letter and waited for the woman to read it.
"Who are you?" Ophelia repeated, slowly collecting the letter.
