Cass had barely been out of the house for anything other than work since the break up. Hardly been out of bed, to be true. When he wasn't at work, he brought work home, and when there were no more work to do he couldn't seem to bring himself out of the darkness that threatened to enclose his mind completely.
Yet when the owl arrived, he nearly jumped out, snatching the letter so quickly the owl hooted and flew up onto a shelf from where it glared at him. The letter though, was not what he had hoped. Did Miles even look for his mother? Did he care or was it just something he said?
His eyes closed, as he dropped the letter to the floor, sinking to the sofa himself. He guess he ought to answer, even if he didn't know how to muster enough energy to. The owl didn't seem to be going anywhere without an answer however, but instead hooted at him again. Finally he grabbed a quill, writing down a quick answer and handing it to the still angry owl.
Dearest Pansy,
No, I wasn't at the party yesterday, I was at home all night, though not where you went.
I'll try to be by one day, though I've been a bit tired lately. I'll try to make it soon, I'll let you know when.