Chapter Twelve:

"Dear"


There's a knock on the unlocked door, and Soul sits bolt upright in at his desk.

"Soul?" Maka's voice from behind the too-thin barrier of wood. "I finally threw Papa out. Can I come in?"

Soul sets down the pen and crumples up the paper he's been writing on. He throws it into the waste basket that he'll empty at the end of the week; the same place he's put all of the letters he's written and received over the past two years.

But the one from his brother he shoves under a stack of books, not quite ready to part with it.

"Yeah, come in," Soul calls to the door. "Took you long enough."


AN: Yep. One more chapter to go...