"Every line rewrote the story."
The cream envelope had felt heavy in Silver's hands when she'd first retrieved it from the ancient wooden floor, but now, settled cross-legged on her narrow Yale-issued bed with the letter spread before her like evidence in some medieval trial, the weight seemed to have transferred itself to her chest. The Gothic tower room maintained its usual nocturnal hush, broken only by the radiator's mechanical complaints and Americus's soft breathing from across the stone-walled space.
