The drive back to the Knight mansion was unusually quiet.
Three black SUVs moved through the rain-soaked roads, their headlights cutting through the early evening mist.
Inside the first vehicle, Clara sat beside Alexander. Emily's letter rested safely in her lap.
She hadn't let go of it once. Every now and then, her fingers brushed across the familiar handwriting on the envelope, almost as if she feared it might disappear.
Alexander glanced at her. "You've been reading the cover for the last twenty minutes." A faint smile touched Clara's lips,"I know."
"You don't even need to open it anymore." "I know." He reached over and gently covered her hand with his. "You miss her." Clara looked out the window. "I don't even know what I'm missing."
"My memories of my mother are so blurred that
