Letter

Helda, I’m sorry I left so quickly. Father said such awful things, I couldn’t bear it. Don’t fret over me. I’m safe. I fled to the ruins we thought deserted and was shocked to find there a group of kind folk who offered me food and lodging.

I hope you’ll come too. I’ll admit I was scared at first. Hard living has made them...strange looking. But they feed me quite generously. For once I have some fat on my bones in this frigid wasteland!
-Love, Edeljen