She accepted Apollo’s delivery, hardly breathing as she unfurled the note, not daring to let her lips spread in the smile that so desperately wanted to emerge. Seven words and a signature were all that graced the paper, in a script as familiar to her as her own. There was hardly any detail to it, but she didn’t need any elaboration; she knew, and this was enough to convince her that she hadn’t misread those glances across the bar. That nagging seed of hope echoed in the beating of her heart, now becoming more rapid, threatening to demolish every wall in her soul as it thundered in her ears, like the silence of his bedroom had all those nights ago.