"She waited for you." Came the non-answer, "At least, for a while."

He still had those letters for Zack, sitting in a locked drawer of a desk. He'd never read them and never would either. Their contents weren't meant for him. He'd had a plan, once upon a time, a sideways manouver that had never come to pass because Zack had been just that good at hiding.

"I'm sorry."