[Cassandra accepts her envelope with rigid silence and holds it in her hands, staring down at the paper as though she can already see the photo inside.
After a moment she shakes her head. There's no tearing it open, not even a peek. And, as though she can't bear to look at it a second longer, she turns her eyes away and pockets the envelope.]
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After a moment she shakes her head. There's no tearing it open, not even a peek. And, as though she can't bear to look at it a second longer, she turns her eyes away and pockets the envelope.]
I don't need to see it.
[She already knows what's inside.]