Chapter 3
He settled his quill down, "Mother, do you mind giving this to Amelia? She'll know where to send it. I would do it myself, but I have work to do." Light put in a piece of parchment into a soft ivory envelope and handed it to his mother.
"Oh, yes," his mother took the envelope and left the study, leaving him alone to his thoughts.
Light picked up a plain black book from the side of the desk and began reading it. Already consumed by it, he could not dart his eyes away from the words printed on the soft, yellow paper.
Light was only hoping that letter would arrive to it's destination, to the right person, and as soon as possible.
Two Weeks Later
Light became irritated by the lack of mail during the passing days. Maybe sending that letter was pointless. Perhaps he had noted something in the letter that was displeasing, something absolutely irrelevant and the receiver payed no mind to it. He reread the letter in his head, in perfect memory, and asked himself what could have gone wrong. He tapped his index finger on the tip of his chin as he paced the well furnished study.
He had asked Amelia so many times if the letter had gotten directly where he instructed her to take it. She politely nodded, assuring she did. He believed her. His servants were loyal; they had no reason to lie. The Yagami family had taken care of them for so long, Light could not distrust Amelia now.
Impatience was the enemy. He sighed in defeat and headed to the living room. He found himself exhausted and sat on a fine red sofa once he arrived at the lively, colorful room. What more could he do? He was pondering more than expected. His brain would become dysfunctional if he kept going with his thoughts.
Just close your eyes, Light had told himself, It's best to just clear your mind.