Zelda looked down at her teacup. She tapped the side of the glass with her finger. "You said in your letter that you've been missing her the whole time," she said. She'd read it more than once, when she wanted to make sure she wasn't imagining the hurt in her chest. "So — what's to stop things from being the same, then?"

Things had changed: they were married, they had their own home and life, and Jo had a child. But if Alfred wanted to spend time talking to Jo and drinking with Jo and adventuring with Jo, there was still nothing Zelda could do to stop it.

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