[ A few days after things return to (relative) normal, an envelope finds its way to Ava's door, containing a piece of pale blue card stock upon which has been written, in Amy's neat, looping hand: ]
Dear Ava,
I'm writing for a few reasons: to thank you, first, for your part in saving Rupert and myself; to thank you, second, for checking in on me, afterward; and to thank you, third, for being so honest. All three, I think, betray rare qualities, all of which I'm grateful for. And sure, maybe I've said some of this before, but it bears saying again. Thank you.
✉️ delivery.