April 28th, 1891 - Early Morning

It was probably accurate to say that Zelda was freaking out; they clearly weren't fine but she wasn't sure she wanted to risk facing him in person again. And there was Dio and there was her job and there was Dory maybe at risk of ruination, somehow, and — well, she wasn't sure how to even begin thinking about children, and started several aborted letters the night of the 27th into the morning of the 28th, before finally sending one. She wasn't even sure if she managed to say what she meant to, but it was clear enough that she wouldn't be able to manage it.

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