"Thanks Isobel." Chase said trying to swallow down his nerves as he reached for the letter, holding the envelope and just staring at the familiar handwriting. He'd seen it enough that even having been out of the house for two years he still knew her handwriting anywhere.
"Them knowing that would involve them seeing me as a person not as their piggy bank." He muttered. "Were they...Did they look healthy at least?" He asked. "I'm not going to contact them I promise. I just...I need to know for myself you know?"