The letter shows up on Jun's desk, carefully taped shut. It has Derek's writing on it, and smells like sand and sunlight. There is nothing but her name on it.
Jun enters the bedroom without appearing to disturb the door or the windows. One moment it is empty, the other, she is walking before her bed and reaching for the shades of the window. Anyone trying to see into the room from the street will catch the twitch of the curtains -- as if disturbed by a gust of wind -- as the block the room from view
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