Lily sat with the letter in her hands, having read it over and over and over. Uncle Bill's last visit was fresh in her mind. His insistence that she realise what she'd done. Her own insistence that she had. Her begging him to just go...
And yet now, he wanted to know how she was. Did he? Maybe...
She sighed and turned the parchment over, reaching for the pencil that they'd finally allowed her to keep.
Dear Uncle Bill,
I'm doing okay. The baby's fine. Moving a lot and running out of space. The Healer says everything's going as it should. I'm tired a lot but the Healer says it's normal, and that my body's trying to rest before the work of having the baby.
I'm a little bit scared of that.
Thanks for checking on me. It's nice, considering how I behaved last time I saw you. And I spend enough time talking, but thanks. If I need someone...