CP cupped a hand around the wick as she lit the candle. The flame bit in and light bloomed along the mahogany desk. Her hand shook slightly as she reached for a pen.
My dearest 3894, she scribbled.
It has been a while since we've crossed paths, and I suppose that's how the world works, sometimes. I earnestly hope this letter finds you well and happy, on this, your birthday.
Enough, CP thought, tucking the short note into an envelope. As she dripped wax from the candle to seal it, she fervently hoped this message would make its way safely into Helen's hands.
