Oh, so she still saw people from school – just not her own brother. She didn’t know him, and she had not stayed long enough to know him, and maybe she would not have liked him anyway, but still: reading my favourite person in the world about someone else struck a nerve. He hadn’t been going to answer it – his birthday had passed, and it wasn’t Christmas yet – but now he was too angry at her not to scrawl a reply.
16th September, 1894
Angie,
I thought you travelled the world. Don’t the goblins let you do that anymore, or are you just in London to spend time with all your friends?
From
Connor
Connor