~I debated whether to post this on the 26th, my third anniversary of joining AP and the last one I'll be able to celebrate on the site. I was going to until I realized that some people might not get to read it within six days.~
III
Despite my resolution, I confess I couldn’t get Seamus Sheehan’s face and letter out of my noggin. And who was Wygate to close his shop on a whim and cavort off to rescue star-crossed lovers?
“May I ask you a question, Wygate?” I asked instead, laying the letter on the desk again.