Jerrick's eyes blurred as he held the letter in his trembling hands, his heart aching with each word Jessamyn had left behind. Her elegant script wove through the paper, carrying the weight of her regrets, her unfulfilled wishes, and the sorrow of her abrupt departure. It was as if her voice, delicate and haunting, was murmuring in his ears.
"No, My Songbird, I could never be angry at you…" His voice broke, and his fingers traced the lines she had written, pausing on the words where she asked whether he was angry for the way she had left him—without warning, without farewell.
