Alexander

The rain pounds against the lighthouse's broken window. I'm twisting a sodden letter in my hands, its seal already blurred by the salt. When the door creaks open, I jerk my head up, my fingers still clutching the paper. "You're late. I've been waiting for an hour. " I lean forward, lowering my voice. "The tide's coming in fast, and this letter... it has your name on it. Did you really come to get it, or did someone send it?"