Remiel,

I have gone in search of work as a governess. I’m hopeful that some of my connections may still serve me well, though I understand it may be too much to hope for.

Our world has changed, Remiel, and I along with it. I failed to live up to the trust you put in me as our family’s steward. I can only hope that I can one day repair what I’ve broken.

But what I need is time. I hope you’ll allow me that. Bryce won’t understand, but you have to help her to see. I will send word when I’ve established myself in a position so that you know I am safe. And, perhaps one day, I can come home.

I love you both. More than you can possibly fathom.

Yours Always,

Honora