The Eagle Sees Far

The third Friday came with a question sitting right in the middle of Zara's chest, like a stone in her shoe. It was not a big question. It was a small one, and that was why it hurt: why did Ayaan's second letter feel shorter than the first? She had counted the lines twice. The first letter had filled two whole pages. The second had barely filled one. And she had not stopped thinking about it all week — not…