Luna had left the room.
Now Ren looked at the wrinkled letter he held in his own hand, the one he had been keeping since Sirius had given it to him. With Luna's permission, technically he could read it.
But something about doing so felt profoundly private, as if he were about to invade a space that didn't belong to him.
He swallowed hard, his fingers brushing the paper damaged by recent events. The texture was rough where energy had singed the edges, and the creases were deep from being folded and unfolded countless times.
Liora leaned forward, her curiosity obvious. "Are you going to open it?"
Larissa also moved closer, though she tried to disguise her interest. "For a long time now, I've always wondered..."
Even the guards seemed to be paying more attention than usual, their rigid postures betrayed by the way their eyes subtly shifted toward the envelope.
It was then that Mayo began to laugh.
