I left something behind again. A little more of me, I think.

I wasn’t sure I was going to count this one.

It’s quiet. A little too soft around the edges. The kind of letter you only write when you’re not sure anyone’s listening.
Orren Alderfall showed up like that. A weathered sort of bear. Kind eyes. Heavy shoulders. The kind of creature who’s been holding his breath for years and just now let it out. This letter is for someone who once knew him well, back when his name still sounded like his own.

He’s not vanishing. Just not ready yet.

There’s a photo inside, too. He doesn’t like it. He sent it anyway.

I wrote it down so I could let it go,
— Elsie Thorne