Once again, Dorian had to answer the door herself. What had she done to cause the staff to mutiny this time? She signed her name for the deliveryman and took the envelope.
This was absolutely the worst day to receive this bit of information. The name on the return address was nothing except an "R" and Dorian knew exactly what that meant.
"Dorian,
I hope that time and distance have somehow helped to heal over any pain I might have caused you. Please explain to your daughter that my correspondence to her has become scarce because I have been busy, not because I have forgotten her. I have also not forgotten you. I don't expect you to have waited for me to return, although I do plan to do so. I have a matter of urgent importance that I would like to discuss with you at your earliest convenience.
R"
Dorian disregarded the letter and shoved it into her desk drawer. She refused to spare any feelings – anger, sentimentality or otherwise – on the communication. She had bigger fish to fry.
