12th July, 1892
Alcyone,
I am alive, though I do not know for how long—it has only been a day, and already this lockdown is oppressive! The sun is shining and the wind is little more than a breeze: the perfect day for flying in the Hollow. And yet, Papa insists that I cannot even venture into the garden for sake of my safety! I know, rationally, that he is right, of course, but I have never been good at having to stay put. Greta is busy fussing over her mother which keeps her out of my hair, at least.
Please, tell me stories of the outside world. It has been a hundred years since I have spoken to a living soul without the surname "Bell" or "Gillenwater"!
11th July, 1892
Sloane,
Do you need a place to stay? Annie is quite a bit larger than usual and so rather takes up more space, but I am certain neither she nor Papa would have any qualms about giving you and Calla somewhere safe to stay!
14th July, 1892
Lester,
I write with grave news: Cameron Gillenwater is dead. He chewed too loudly at breakfast and I had no choice but to kill him. My father has enchanted the windows shut after Oak tried to climb out. I feel rather like Rapunzel, if Rapunzel had committed fratricide and there was a killer beast on the loose.
You were my first thought honestly and I appreciate you offering! Calla and I were fortunate enough that she has family here for use to stay with. Apparently her mother is not the only prolific sister in the family and they are used to having a house full. I like her aunt and uncle very much, they are something else.
How are you all doing? Everything alright over there? Stay safe!
This all seems reasonable to me. Have you come up with an alibi, or will you be using the killer beast?