It had been weeks since the two men had left the village.
She sat in a corner of the room and brushed her fingers on the still unopened letter. She wished she could have shared this moment with her mother, wether the news locked in the fragile envelope were good or bad. Unfortunately, someone had to take care of the house during his leave, and how could she have refused?
After learning about Gunther’s troubles, he had insisted on taking her father to the capital to take care of her beloved brother. He would pay for the trip, had left money for both her and her mother to be safe while they were away. And she just knew he would just turn the city upside down if needed, to find the best doctors to get Gunther back on his feet, and in their mother’s arms again.
Just like him, the paper felt a little rough under her fingertips. Still, she enjoyed it. Even from the distance, she felt so close to him. The couple of hours before his leave had been tinted with an awkward closeness.
She remembered the horse’s hooves hitting the ground as the carriage left the village as if it was just yesteday. At the same time, it was as if he had left her years ago. To say that she missed him would have been an understatement.
The evening sun was peeking through the window, and she enjoyed its warmth. She doubted that the words on that sheet of paper would be as reassuring.
Still… Curious as could be, she picked the letter opener. Holding her breath, she broke the seal.