Only when Jose was alone did she unfold the letter, seated between her parent's graves. On the coffee-spilled-eske paper, loopy handwriting slanted in emerald ink.
Dear Miss J. Perilshore.
Here at the New York Institute, we are deeply moved by your predicament. Should you feel that remaining in Idris would be too much of a task, we would formally like to invite you stay at our Institute. Be that permanently or temporarily. We are leaving in the morning, and you can inform either myself or Mr. J Lightwood of your choice.
So sorry for your loss,
Maryse Lightwood.
Jose read the letter three times, and it took her twelve minutes to decide what she was going to do.
Short chapter, I know. I just wanted the full effect of the letter to be the main point. Yay. What has Josephine chosen to do? Stay tuned :)