Taylor didn’t rush the reply. For once, it wasn’t hesitation that slowed her. It was precision.
The letter sat in front of her for most of the evening, the blank page staring back as if waiting for something more deliberate than instinct. Around her, the usual noise of the unit carried on, but it felt distant, muffled, like it existed somewhere just outside the edges of her attention.
She kept returning to the same line. Do I remind you of someone?
The question had been simple, casual, almost like it was an afterthought. But the answer wasn’t.
Taylor turned the pen slowly between her fingers, her gaze drifting toward the photograph on the desk. She hadn’t moved it since the night she’d propped it there. It remained exactly where it had been, angled just enough that she didn’t have to l
