Dionisia frowned, too. She was not silly enough to assume his meaning, although she would have guessed that he was implying that this was a serious enough problem to warrant the conversation. She’d thought so, too; even if she hadn’t asked, she likely would have written a letter later, all while beating herself up over the prospect of crossing his boundaries.

“It’s a lot to handle,” she admitted softly, “I don’t even know who to talk to about it.” The Fisks were kind, but the only time the topic Elliott’s illness had come up around them had led to conversation about how Ari had been as a child, and that wasn’t relevant.

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