"It's not Dad," Edgar moaned. With his other arm freed from the task of being messenger, he now looped it around Red as well to hold her close like a pillow. Now he was every bit like a sulking boy; his tears may have started to dry but it would take a day or two before he could wipe the sorrow from his face. "It's Mom. She left a letter for all of us." Sniffing, he nuzzled Red's tummy, warming his cheek on her shirt and her heat. "If you want to read it aloud, that's your call. I'm warning you, I might not stop crying. I miss her, Red!" His pitched hiked up as he hid his face again. "I miss her a lot..."