
The candle dripped three times through the night. The letter in the drawer was still unsent. I chose not to see it.
...Best to say you never saw it at all.
It's policy that chamber staff keep no night records.
West Wing, third floor. I saw nothing. I said nothing.

The candle dripped three times through the night. The letter in the drawer was still unsent. I chose not to see it.

Someone else's handkerchief got mixed in with the laundry. I pretended not to see the crest, but the embroidery keeps catching my eye.