Sending the letter had felt necessary, and important — like sending a thank-you card to Suzie's parents for letting her stay the night, or to Grandma and Grampa for their Christmas presents that year. She hadn't expected anything to come of it. They probably never want to see her again, and with good fucking reason, considering she'd stabbed Martin. But she'd wanted to send it, to say her piece the best way she could and apologize for the whole thing, too, and just doing that had been enough for her to finally put it from her mind.
So when Miss Reynolds comes to get her from the rec room to meet with a visitor, Martin and The Eye Man and The Archive are the farthest thing from her mind as she follows her through the orphanage. When she sees him standing there, the look of curious expectation on her face shifts into one of apprehension, and she hesitates. He isn't doubled over like he's still in pain, at least, and he seems cheerful enough when he greets her, but grownups can be liars.
"Oh," she says; she hadn't expected that. "Um... A-are you feeling better?"
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So when Miss Reynolds comes to get her from the rec room to meet with a visitor, Martin and The Eye Man and The Archive are the farthest thing from her mind as she follows her through the orphanage. When she sees him standing there, the look of curious expectation on her face shifts into one of apprehension, and she hesitates. He isn't doubled over like he's still in pain, at least, and he seems cheerful enough when he greets her, but grownups can be liars.
"Oh," she says; she hadn't expected that. "Um... A-are you feeling better?"