Zyra sat on her bed eyes on the paper but mind far traveled. Veyron is alive? But he can't be the entire building exploded. But who else would write her such a letter and know where to place it? Zyra's mind kept in throwing her one question after another.
As the door flew open Victor walked in worn out and tired from the dys job. Zyra put the paper away and walked up to wcome her husband.
"Welcome home my love". She spoke helping him take off his jacket.
"Thanks my love. How did your day go?". Victor replied her placing a kiss on her forehead.
"You know regular, old, boring". She replied staring into her husband's stressed eyes.
"You're still worried about the letter?". He asked looking towards the pillow she had hidden the letter underneath.
Zyra took a deep breath. "I can't help but think of it. I mean what if Veyron is still alive? Still out there planning something?...".
